Looking for birthday cake recipes and this woman is trying to hypnotize me

Far Longer Than Forever (p.p)

Word count: 4737

Pairing : peter parker

Request: YES! ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. The Swan Princess is one of my childhood movie and this was so fun to write. I can’t stop listenning the soundtrack now ! I’m so sorry for the time i took to write this, i had so much work to do with school. But it’s over now and i hope you will like this ! 

N/A:  First, gif not mine but i don’t know who i’m gonna credit on this, i have no clue...This is my first Peter Parker x reader and i hope you all will like it! As always, I remind you that English is not my native language. Don’t hesitate to tell me what you think of the fic! Like, reblogs to support. You can Love you all! xx

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As far as you can remember, you've always hated summer. Well, it was partly a lie. You loved the sweltering heat of Queens, the cherry popsicles from Delmar's, not having to worry about what time you had to get up. You liked it but hated the idea of ​​the last two weeks of August.

 This year was no exception. You looked at your half-finished suitcase, a grimace on your face. August still meant the same thing, the same routine: having to spend the last three weeks of his vacation with Peter Parker.

summer 2009

Peter Parker had lost his parents very early on, two years ago. He had lived since then with his aunt May and his uncle Ben. It was your mother's idea to introduce you to each other. Aunt May and your mom were friends from college and luckily, they lived in the same neighborhood. Your first meeting with the one who, many years later, would become Spider-Man, took place on his eighth birthday. You were invited to the party when you weren't even at the same school. Aunt May had simply shared his fears about Peter's difficulty making friends after the trauma he had experienced. Your mother, as the perfect friend that she was, had suggested that Peter and you spend time together.

 There were 3 kids in total at that birthday party, you, Peter - obviously - and a boy from his school whose mother had forced him to be there, too. It was a fact; you were the only girl and you didn't know Peter at all. Your mother walked up to you, got up to your eye level and whispered

 "Can you be nice? May told me she invited Peter's whole class and only this boy came"

 You wanted to please your mother so you nodded before approaching the two boys. Peter and his friend were in the corner of the room, their backs turned to the adults. When you tapping the young boy on the shoulder to make you notice by him, he turned to you with a guilty expression. He had buttercream all over the corner of his mouth and he was holding a cupcake in his hand that looked delicious.

 “My Aunt May tried to bake a cake, but Uncle Ben bought some cupcakes in anticipation. Do you want one?” Peter asked you in a friendly voice

“Why? Is May's cake not good?

“Uncle Ben says that she is not very good at cooking.”

 You let out a little laugh and nodded your head before grabbing the cupcake with a smile. You thanked him and began to taste the little pastry with envy. It was so good! The buttercream was lemony, the cupcake was slightly lemony too but there was a taste you couldn't recognize. You were almost sure you had tasted it before, but you couldn't tell what it was. Peter and the other boy suggested that you go to Peter's room. He wanted to show you the LEGO set his uncle Ben had given him ahead of time and you followed them even though you weren't more excited about the idea.

 And you were right. For several minutes, you were pushed aside while the two young boys spoke spiritedly. You complained several times that you wanted to do something else but Peter didn't seem to listen to you, too excited to finally be able to chat with someone who appreciated Star Wars as much as he did.

 So you were annoyed and slightly angry with Peter but what broke the camel's back is that you started to not feel so good. Your throat was itching and you felt like your tongue was taking up a lot more space in your mouth, getting drier. Peter gave you a distracted look before his eyes widened. He let go of everything he had in his hands before running to his aunt.

 "Aunt May, Aunt May! Y/N's tongue looks like a big, desiccated steak!"

"Peter, don't be rude!" she exclaimed, shocked by her nephew’s words

"No, no come see, she has a huge tongue! I think something is wrong"

 Meanwhile, you ran into the bathroom at Peter's reaction. You weren't sure why he had looked at you like that, but you felt that a few things were wrong. In addition, you were more and more thirsty, your eyes also hurt. And that's when you saw your reflection. You were puffy, your tongue had tripled in size, hence this feeling of dryness and discomfort. It was the same with your throat. You started to cry and when May called you through the bathroom door, you fervently opened it.

 May and your mother's expression of horror was instantaneous and your mother knew exactly what was causing your condition.

 "What did she eat?"

"Nothing..." he tried to escape from being grounded

"Peter, this is very important. What did you eat?"

"We just ate the cupcakes Uncle Ben brought back"

 Ben looked at May with guilty eyes. May had put so much effort into Peter's birthday cake and she felt hurt that they had bought some pastries in anticipation. Your mother was impatiently stamping her foot. It was important to know exactly what you had eaten and above all, you shouldn't waste any more time. Peter felt completely helpless. He had only given a cupcake to his guest, that’s all. What was wrong with giving someone a cupcake?

 "What were those cupcakes flavor?" your mother said impatiently ...

"With lemon and almonds." he said in a very small voice.

 You were panicked. And the eight-year-old that you were was not coping well with stress. Plus, your feeling of being sidelined by Peter and his friend made you feel even worse. So you frowned. You couldn't see a thing but you could feel the torrent of tears escaping your cheeks. You pointed at Peter with rage

 "You tried to kill me !!!" you said somehow with your tongue as big as a little tangerine.

"It's not true!"

"Yes! You are a murderer"

 And you cried even more before your mother takes you to the emergency room as quickly as possible, apologizing for the scene.

 The week later, May forced Peter to apologize for giving you a cupcake, while justifying that he didn't know about your allergy. Your mother forced you to apologize for insulting Peter "a murderer" and accept his apologies.

 But you spent the rest of the vacation arguing with the little guy. After all, you didn't want to be friends with a murderer.

 Summer 2013

Aunt May and your mom didn't let go, however, and every summer you spent three damn weeks with Peter. The summer of your twelve years, you did not thus escape this eternal masquerade but this year, the tide had turned in your favor.

 From the start, you never liked Star Wars. It really wasn't your world. You had always preferred Harry Potter and although Peter had read the books and enjoyed them - which he would never admit to you as that would amount to listing the commonalities you had - he was much more invested in the galactic universe. But on that day, Peter had particularly bothered you. He had first replaced the sugar in your hot chocolate with salt. He kept chanting silly nursery rhymes about you and the downstairs neighbor, insinuating that you were in love: which was not the case. Yes, Peter had been extremely annoying. This time Peter was getting on your nerds by bouncing a small ball against the ceiling as you tried to read your book. Uncle Ben was in the living room watching the sport - you weren't sure exactly which one since it didn't matter to you - so you couldn't go anywhere else to be quiet.

 "Peter, stop it."

"Stop what?" he asked by bouncing the ball once more off his ceiling. You could even make out the smirk on his lips.

"That. Stop it! I can't read."

"This is nothing new."

 You threw him the first thing you found on his desk, c.e, a banana, which he easily dodged. You groaned in frustration. May and your mother didn't understand when you talked about Peter's attitude towards you. He was a calm child, far too shy at school and interested in everything, especially science. He was looking forward to entering Midletown High School in two years. You hated that nerd side about him. Secretly, you were a little jealous of him for being the smartest in the room.

 “I'm gonna hit you so hard you won't know your name anymore”

“ try me, dumbass.”

  A few minutes later, he had finally stopped throwing that damn ball, but obviously Peter's boredom was driving him to find everything the most boring thing than the previous one to drive you crazy. This time, he had simply taken his favorite lightsaber - because he had several - and he was poking your shoulder to get your attention.

 "Parker, stop!"

"Don't you want to drop this book and watch a movie?"

"What do you want to watch? Star Wars? No thanks ..."

"Oh come on, Y / N! I'm sure you'll like it!"

 He patted you on the shoulder once more with his lightsaber.

 "Do you want to play this, Parker?" you said before grabbing one of his other lightsabers

"What are you going to do? I'm sure you don't know how to fight with" he mocked.

 You have lit the glowing plastic stick and you are placed in the guard position.

 "Do you want to bet, knothead?"

 He smiled at you and attacked you first. Strangely, this is what most resembled a moment of bond between Peter and you and deep down, you appreciate it. But you also appreciate that possibility of kicking his ass after he's been so irritating. You responded to his lightsaber attacks with ease and joy. It was playful, childish, but it was one of the few times you had fun with Peter. And you really appreciate it. Your two laughs mingled, echoing in the room.

 But suddenly, as you were trying to dodge an attack from the brunet, your elbow made contact with his face. Peter's muffled cry of pain echoed and you froze. He was holding his nose with a grimace and when he took his hand away you both noticed in horror that he was bleeding.

 "Fuck…"

"Pete..." you started talking

"You blew my nose!" Peter shouted

"I did not do it on purpose!" you defended yourself.

"Of course, you do! You fucking blew my nose!"

"Peter, I swear ..."

 But Peter interrupted you by rushing out of his bedroom looking for his aunt who was in the office as she tried to file the important papers, that Ben and her had received this week. You were livid. First, because you didn't mean to hurt Peter on purpose. Second, you couldn't stand the sight of blood and it was literally everywhere. Peter was leaving trails of droplets on the floor of the apartment.

 "Aunt May?!? Y/N blew my nose! Damn, I'm bleeding!"

 After a brief stint in the ER, the rest of the stay was peaceful as you and Peter avoided each other until the end of the summer.

 Summer 2017

Peter was not the Peter you had always known.

 Since the death of his uncle Ben, the young man had closed in on himself and was even further away. Always so intelligent and discreet but much more distant. He had stopped teasing you or doing things that got on your nerves. He was minding his own business. And even though you had tried to be there for him, not denying him any of the offers he made to you during your stay ... you found him really ... overwhelmed. Which was still understandable.

 But this year was worse than the last. May told your mother that last year Peter got an internship at Stark Industry and attended a seminar in Germany but came back with a black eye. He had been acting most weirdly ever more since then. And you could have witnessed it. In the afternoon, when you were busy, and when it was too hot, when you tried to rest, Peter would disappear for hours. When you caught him sneaking back several times, he made you promise not to tell Aunt May.

 And you were starting to have theories about his nighttime getaways. After all, you were 16 and you too had started dating a few boys. But it never really worked. who knows why?! And when you wondered if Peter had a girlfriend, and who she was - he had to have one in view of all his sneaking out - your stomach twisted in a strange feeling. You didn't understand why the thought of Peter having a girlfriend bothered you so much. Over time, you had learned to be friends. It still happened sometimes that you quarreled but the events of the life made you grow up. Your parents had divorced, Peter had lost his uncle. You could tell yourself that you both had grown.

 And it was one night when Peter was sneaking back in again that you discovered two secrets.

 The first one: He was Spider-Man.

 It was around midnight when you heard the sound of the window opening. Since your childhood and this Machiavellian plan of your mother and Aunt May, you had always slept in Peter's room during holiday and more recently in his bed. The noise alerted you and you got up in a sitting position. But the only thing you saw was a foot, placed on this said window, closing it gently. How the hell was that possible?

 You were ready to scream but your gut told you to look up at the ceiling. A figure hung on it and you were paralyzed. Were you having one of those weird experiences called sleep paralysis? Delicately, silently, you grabbed the first blunt object within reach. A chemistry book that Peter seemed particularly fond of. The figure stepped on the ceiling as you were paralyzed. The form turned to land on the ground and then stood up, still with its back to you. You got up gently from Peter's bed and walked over. The man in the suit whose color you couldn't see took off his mask and you hit the air in an attempt to shoot him down. Peter turned around so quickly and blocked your gesture easily, like a reflex.

 "What the ..."

"Bloody hell".

 You both said at the same time. Your big surprised eyes mirrored Peter's. The curly man let go of your hand with an apologetic expression as you walked away from your friend. You turned on the bedside lamp before you discovered his blue and red costume. A very recognizable costume since it was that of Spider-Man. You winced, a look of judgment and incomprehension on your face. Not bothering to look at his face covered with bruises and traces of blood.

 "What the ... are you sneaking out to go to a costume party?"

"What?! No…No Y/N I’m…”

“Spider-Man? Great costume by the way” you joked.

 For a moment, you completely forgot that you just saw your friend glued upside down to the ceiling. Peter looked at you a little jaded, by the tone of your voice your guess was far from a sincere question but more of a mockery. And right now, the young man needed to be honest with you. He needed you.

 "But, I am."

"Yeah that's it. And I slept with the Winter Soldier. You can't imagine what he can do with his metal arm."

 Peter cut you off by pulling a web with his web shooter, tying your hands. The feel of the canvas was unpleasant, sticky but above all resistant. You let out a little cry of surprise, not powerful enough to pass the walls of Peter's room. Your eyes looked like two big golf balls, realizing that your friend was telling the truth.

 "Omg, You're Spider-Man" you almost spoke too loud.

"Yes and don't make me web your mouth. May doesn't have to know"

"damn, peter. What happened to your face!"

“yeah about that…I need you Y/N, please…”

  And without warning, Peter squeezed the spider in the middle of his costume, at chest level. He winced at the action revealing his bruised chest. He staggered a bit from the action, unsure of his legs and the pain in his sides fierce. You might see several bruises and cuts on your friend's body. You were having difficulty swallowing before you told him you were going to the bathroom to get what you needed. Before leaving the room, he made you promise to be discreet and not tell May anything if she ran into you. When you walk back into Peter's room, he's sitting half-lying on his bed, grimacing. You sit next to him, your heart pounding. You never noticed that he was so built. After all, as a superhero, he had to keep fit. But you couldn't deny that it intimidated you. Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment and a desire you never knew before. He had his eyes closed, as if trying to make the pain go away. And there, looking at him, you found him pretty. he was so cute that you couldn't help but run your hand through his curls to signal your presence and soothe him a bit. But Peter already knew you were there. He had heard your footsteps, he had smelled your scent, a sweet scent he had grown used to in his later years. He sighed softly, more relaxed. You started to clean the few shallow wounds.

 "Does it hurt?" you asked quietly

"Mhmm no, not really."

"Did you win?"

"Ouch..No. Not tonight."

"Sorry." you said more for your gesture rather than the fact that he didn't win the fight against the bad guys.

"No, it's perfect ... it's just a little sensitive"

 You smiled but something was wrong. A feeling you've never felt before. You've finished cleaning up Peter's wounds, but your gaze has darkened. As you were about to get up, the brunette gently grabbed your wrist to hold you back. He could hear your calm breathing and yet your heart was racing. He could feel the heat on your cheeks. He too felt that the tension was at its height. Your mind was muddled, he didn't know why, he wasn't a telepath, but he could see it, feel it. Your body betrayed your mind.

 "Y/N, what is it?"

"I..I don't know." you lied.

"You can tell me everything."

"I ... Well…Seeing you like this ... makes me ... makes me realize that I ... I'm afraid of losing you."

"You won't lose me ... I promise"

 You are ashamed of your vulnerable state. How did you go from hating this boy to having an overwhelming fear of losing him? You looked at those chocolate eyes in confusion and distress. You were now fully aware that the little neighborhood spider was none other than your childhood friend. The one you once loved to hate, tease, fight with over trivia. He was also on the youtube videos, who stopped cars with his bare hands.

 “Y/N… you won’t lose me, I promise.”

 Peter dared to walk slowly towards you and in a surge of courage, one of his hands circled your burning cheek, his lips rested on yours. The brunette had always had a crush on you without actually admitting it. After all, you had known each other since you were children but... your relationship had been rather confrontational. But for two years now, everything had changed for him. He appreciated more and more your little arguments, your teasing. His thoughts would sometimes turn darker when you lick your lips or when your fingers scratched that point behind your ear, when you were a little stressed.

 Your lips moved between them in a harmonious dance and you were now clinging desperately to Peter's slightly sweaty brown curls. Your heart was pounding at a speed close to the point of no return, reluctant to stop suddenly in the face of this overstimulation. But all good things came to an end and you slowly walked away. You bit your lip to get the taste of Peter's back. Your mind wandered, lost in the haze of rushing feelings.

 "You..you should rest ..."

 You ended up pulling away, swallowing hard. That night you didn't sleep. You have studied every facial feature of Peter, thinking of every event since your friendship. The next day, you fooled that nothing had happened. Too scared of what that kiss meant to you.

 Summer 2025

It all happened so quickly. After that summer, the summer of your kiss, you promised yourself that you understood your feelings towards Peter. You weren't going to the same high school and even though you were both on social media, you never dared to contact him. You needed time.

 But you haven't had this time. Peter became full-time Spider-Man and then the aliens came to earth, again. The threat of Thanos hovered and within moments, days, hours ... you were gone under his snap.

 When you returned to your childhood apartment, you were alone. Well, alone in front of the family who lived in this place now. The man in his forties simply believed you were a drug-hunting teenager squatter. Five damn years had passed. 5 years where your mother had a new life when you had been eclipsed. You were distraught, alone and it was by happy coincidence that you found May at the F.E.A.S.T project. It was a relief for you to find a familiar face again. She had suggested that you come and live in her new temporary apartment, allowing you to finish high school without having to move to the other end of the United States, with your mother. You declined your offer. You wanted to fend for yourself. And surprisingly, you did pretty well.

 To be exact, Mr. Delmar was looking for a student to work in his store and was kind enough to greet you in the bedroom of one of his daughters who had gone to college. By the greatest of luck, you've never seen Peter. Or rather, you managed to avoid it for an entire year. You had caught a glimpse of him one day, trying to speak Italian to get a travel adapter and a dual headphone adapter. Did you feel foolish thinking that after so long - could we consider those 5 years to be 5 concrete years? - would it still focus on the kiss you shared? After all, you got away from him after that. And then, everything went in a state of madness.

 Every time you turned on the television, you learned that elemental monsters had attacked a different country. They had first started with Mexico and then moved to Europe. Italy, Prague and then London. A certain Mysterio seemed to be taking care of this matter, but you couldn't help but think of Peter. May told you he was supposed to go to Italy. In fact, every time she went to Delmar's for a sandwich, she gave you an update on her nephew's trip. But it wasn't the craziest.

 Upon his return ... Spider-man's identity was revealed. You had watched in horror the video of Mysterio, which appeared on the Daily Buggle newspaper, accusing Peter of wanting to be the new Iron-Man. You were listening to J. Jonah Jameson falsely accusing Peter of being a murderer. You knew Peter, and there was no way he had done such an act. The video was bogus, you were sure. When you tried to reconnect that summer, you noticed Peter's girlfriend. Michelle Jones and ... and that's what kept you from approaching him. He was already supported. He had his best friend, Ned. His girlfriend, MJ. And he had May. It was enough, wasn't it?

  It was the following year, after a new incredible adventure that you met again.

You worked at the store in the evening. Mr Delmar had asked you to help him out urgently because his youngest daughter had a health problem. You accepted with pleasure. You had offered to babysit his daughter but the loving father he was wanted to be with her. And it was precisely this evening that a thug decided to steal the fund from you.

 You were at gunpoint with your hands up in the air when you saw a red and black mass fall behind the thug.

 "Hey buddy, I think the bank is across the street"

 Spider-Man tapped the thief on the shoulder and dodged a punch.

 "But I think I'll arrest you anyway if you went to the bank. You don't seem like a nice guy." Peter joked.

 You were paralyzed as your friend, your best friend if you were honest, chained or avoided them with agility. You swallowed hard, unable to move or run away. A gunshot rang out and you smelled a scared little vintage. Peter squeezed the barrel of the gun in his hand, deviating from his course. It made sense now to say that he had simply defended himself against the assault. After a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, Peter stared the offender against a fridge door, immobilizing him. He then turned to you, oblivious to your identity at the time.

 "Are you okay there?"

"Peter!"

 You didn't give him the chance to realize and you rushed into his arms, hugging him so tight to feel the comfort of his body against yours.

 "Uh, yeah, you're welcome. Cuddles are nice but ..."

 He paused for a moment and his automated eyes widened. He knew his perfume. The flowery, sweet scents that he had missed so much. Is this possible?

 "Y/N?"

 You let go of him and immediately put his mask back on. Adrenaline was controlling your actions and god damn it, you needed that touch. You kissed him, bluntly. Your lips crushed against his in impatience, in ardor, but too bad. You needed to feel it against you, to regain the feeling that you had felt, years ago. After a few seconds, you felt Peter's hands encircle your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your heart was exploding, the ardor was present in your kiss. You were even frustrated that you couldn't grab her brown curls with full hands, settling for only the base of her hair. You let out a moan before pulling away abruptly. He had a girlfriend.

 "I… I'm sorry. I… Sorry, I didn't mean… MJ… and… please don't blame me."

 Peter silenced you with another kiss, shorter this time but so good.

 “There is no MJ .... Just you and me ... Far Longer Than Forever”

 You looked at him hopefully and then burst out laughing after his words.

 "I didn't know you were so romantic, Parker"

"Shut your mouth."

"Make me"

"You are impossible."

"But obviously, you like"

 He was going to say something to nag you, he was looking for it but you caught him off guard, placing your lips on his again. You could feel his smile in the kiss and you couldn't help but do the same. Anyone living in the neighborhood present in the street would have a view of Spider-Man kissing the student cashier from Delmar. But you couldn't care less. You had waited too long and the joy you were feeling now was so intense, you didn't want to stop feeling this. It is reluctantly that Peter moved away from you apologizing for the fact that he had to go on patrol again.

 "Go save the Spider-Man neighborhood"

"Only if you promise me you'll be there when I get back."

"I was thinking of going to say goodnight to May instead ... But if you want, I have a sleeping bag in the storeroom."

"You are incorrigible .... See you later ..."

"See you later."

 You smiled, in a misty state of bliss as Peter disappeared from view. This time, you weren't planning to escape, you wanted to fall into the webs of Peter Parker. You closed the store after the police visit and headed to May's flat. It was late but with her kindness she welcomed you with open arms.

 This summer ... was the best in years but the others to come were going to be even more wonderful.

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Todoroki x male reader- Caramel and Honey

Fluff + Au where todoroki rebelled and never became a hero 

Todoroki hummed to himself laying out the ingredients in front of him with his mixing bowl in the centre of the counter top, the mix of ingredients in organised lines from first to last except he was missing one ingredient.

It was soon to be your birthday, and todoroki being the gentleman as always was desperate to make you a cake as his local supplier. You deserved it for the kind smile you wore dropping of his orders at the back of the shop and hovering around for a few minutes to talk before disappearing into the wind again driving away in your van with (y/ln) Produce, stamped on the side of the van in big, black cursive.

He took over the shop from his mothers side of the family before she fell ill and had to go to hospital. not wanting anything to do with his disgusting father he chose to stay and manage the store of light pinks and pure whites. He heard your tires pulling up outside on the gravelly path and he opened the door for you to drop off your produce inside on the counters by the door.

"Hey Roki! How's it hanging, making anything special today?" you asked hauling a crate of freshly picked fruit for the season in and dropping it onto the steel top, wiggling under the weight and scooting forward a millimeter. "What do you consider special?" he asked bluntly helping you carry the boxes into the kitchen and put the items in their respective places.

Finally you brought in the cardboard box layered in bubble wrap filled with decorative jars of golden honey pockets of air suspended in the viscous liquid and Todoroki nodded happily in receiving everything he asked for. Sometimes you'd forget the blueberries, or the tea leaves or the bananas grown specially by your quirk. You grabbed a glass of honey flicking the lid open and dipped your finger into the glossy amber tasting it yourself.

"Something special? I would love a rustic honey cake. Just the way mum used to make it with our honey. Not the dumb store bought stuff, the stuff we make ourselves. With the bee's we lovingly care for, for a reason!" you shout but it was muffled by you sucking the honey off of your finger.

Todoroki wiped his chin and cleared his throat "you've got some... there's uh... like a little" you looked up at him and touched your chin the sticky threads of honey clinging to your hand. "Shit" you tutted and wiped it away with the heel of your hand getting that just as sticky as the rest of you. "Well this is embarrassing" you sighed and todoroki exhaled quickly, which was close enough to a laugh to make you smile. "Here" he ran a tea towel under the warm tap and wiped it over your chin and pressed it into your hand for you to clean your hands yourself.

He felt his own face light up red and grabbed a cup of blueberries in preparation for the blueberry muffins he would bake today and you blinked a few time's rebooting your brain after the short interaction making you flustered.

You wiped your hands down and neatly folded the towel over the side of the sink and shook your head clearing the busy, buzzing thoughts from your head and drew your eye's away from him focusing on the calendar hanging next to the wall. Delivery, nothing, delivery, nothing, delivery + (y/n) Birthday. You grinned and pointed to the red circle around the familiar number on the calendar and twisted your neck to watch him stir ingredients together into a pale yellow batter.

"You remember my birthday?" you quizzed and he nodded furiously beating the whisked eggs into the mixture and poured in the cup of indigo berries fresh from the bush. "Hey are you busy right now?" Todoroki asked moving on from the topic of your birthday and lifted his eyes from your strong arms he'd seen carry so many boxes of fruit, to your joy filled (e/c) orbs sparkling happily at the prospect of him. HIM. remembering your birthday.

"I can be not busy?" you raise your palms to the popcorn roof and flick out your phone calling a coworker. "Hey Bro, could you perchance come get the van from the Todoroki Bakery and deliver the rest of the products?" you ask and pushed the phone to your ear with your shoulder and mouthed 'frozen fruit' to todoroki and you quirked an eyebrow. He nodded to the bottom drawer.

"No I dropped a crate on my foot carrying the peaches into the shop and It hurts to walk on it I dunno how driving would go" you chuckle nervously and wink to todoroki who just looked back down at his muffins filling the white, paper cases not quite understanding. "No, I know it's so unlike me! But it's okay, Todoroki said he'd give me a lift home but can you just do the rest of the rounds?"

Your brother agreed and you said your bye's on the phone. "I now have the entire day off" you said proudly and leaned your elbows on the counter admiring todoroki's fluffy hair straying further from the style it was originally in while he pushed the baking tray into the oven. "Wait but I should check your foot if you hurt it" he said crouching down and pressing his cold hands against your ankle making you flinch "no I didn't really hurt my foot I just needed to get out of work" you chuckle.

"Oh okay. Will your dad believe that, aren't you supposed to be the big strong son?" Todoroki craned his neck up to look at you still resting with one knee on the floor and the other pulled up like he was going to propose. You lost yourself in your thoughts again imagining that instead of his hand on your foot he was holding out a small grey box with a gleaming band tucked into the cushion.

"Hey what the fuck is this?" your brother laughed at the scene in the kitchen and you whipped your head up to see him leaning against the door frame uncaringly. "Uhh todoroki was checking if my foot was swollen or anything. No evidence of broken bones yet! So you should just get going with the van here are my keys!!" you said hopping over like a professional actor and shoved the keys into his hand. "Mhm i'm sure that's what it was. OUTSIDE!" he shouted at you pulling you round the corner clipping your arm on the wooden pallets leaning against the wall out back scraping up inside your elbow.

"Hey what the hell, that hurt!" you shouted lightly tapping the bleeding scratched that didn't seem to want to stop bleeding. "Look I know you like that todoroki kid but you can't just skip work to spend the day with him!" your brother turned around and looked at your face, mouth agape and eye's furrowed into annoyance and he shrugged "what i'm just being hon-" "ARE YOU BLIND OR STUPID!?" you shouted back thrusting your profusely bleeding forearm in his face.

"Oh shit what! are you feeling okay?" he panicked suddenly drawing Todoroki's attention and he poked his head out the back door. Being the observant boy he was, his eyes went wide and he jogged over to where you were standing and wiped the blood away with the already honey covered tea towel but the crimson immediately started pouring out again. "He needs an ambulance" the dual haired baker tightly wrapped the tea towel around your arm which was quickly soaked in red.

You moaned in pain and annoyance feeling your head spin. "What could he have cut his arm on?" your brother asked and you held your hand out in front of his face snapping your fingers closed against your thumb shutting him up. "There's a huge fucking rusty nail... on the pallet you dragged me past you dickhead" you huffed. The ground span and swayed around you and the brightness in your vision was turned down so you could barely see the outlines of the boys surrounding you.

And then you were on the floor.

And then you were in the hospital. Staring at the white plaster ceiling at midnight with no one by your side. "Huh" you hummed and checked your phone hissing at the brightness lashing the dark hospital room.

todoroki was in the shop with a bowl and cake pan next to him. The jar of honey you scooped from open and his phone laying open waiting for your answer to his text.

You replied to the questions he asked and Todoroki's phone buzzed on the steel countertop and he perked up immediately reaching for the electronic, slowly running out of battery.

Roki 💖🍰

Hey are you okay?

Fri 12:18

Do you like pistachios?

Oh also raisins, do you like raisins?

Probably not, no one likes raisins

I like raisins...

Anyway. Text me when you see this

Fri 18:35

Roki 💖🍰

I hope you wake up.

I wasn't supposed to get a delivery from you today

But I wish I was cause I like seeing you

You make my heart feel... weird.

Good weird

Sat 8:44

Still don't know if you like raisins and pistachios

Sat 12:27

Roki 💖🍰

It's your birthday tomorrow you know.

Sorry I didn't text yesterday but you were sleeping anyway

How can you catch tetanus so quickly

It's supposed to take 4 days dumbass.

You got it in like 1. You fainted because of the blood btw

Mon 13:21

Please just wake up for your birthday.

I have something special for you

But I need to know if you like pistachios and raisins

Mon 14:56

Roki 💖🍰

Happy Birthday (y/n)

Tue 00:00

You chuckled to yourself at the sweet messages todoroki sent you over the course of the days and glanced at the clock. "I wonder if he's still awake" you croaked and wiped your eyes from sleep then yawned filling your waterline with unnecessary tears.

Bumblebee 🍯

Hey Roki. I'm up

I like/don't like pistachios

And I like/don't like raisins

Sorry for worrying you. Promise I won't get anymore tetanus

I'm going back to sleep

Come visit tomorrow

today*

Sent

Tue 4:13

"You better not be awake dumbass" you mumbled and turned over on your pillow burying your face into the uncomfortable pancake for your head.

Seen

Tue 4:15

The baker smiled and finally started working on his surprise for you chopping his toppings and thinly slicing/ throwing away his toasted pistachios and crunching on a few raisins while working.

At 2pm he walked in and went to visit you with his surprise balancing carefully in your hand. He carefully tiptoed to your bedside and pushed your side slightly. You snorted and rolled over, opening your eye's to an amused todoroki settling himself into the chair next to your bed. "Something smells great" you muttered pushing your face back into the pillow and smiling. "Thank you for visiting" you muffled and todoroki chuckled nodding.

"Happy birthday" he smiled pulling the foil off of the top of your surprise. You peaked your eyes open and sat up smiling brightly. "I didn't know how your mum made it but I made my own recipe" he scratched the back of his head and moved to sit next to you on the mattress. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed your cheek lightly before you could take off the handheld slice you were slowly lifting to your mouth.

"My heart feels weird around you" he sighed and thumped his forehead against your shoulder and you snickered, taking a soft bite of the sticky, nostalgic cake in your grasp. "I know. Thank you for the little updates by the way, very sweet of you" you emphasised the sweet as a pun on the honey cake but of course, it flew over todoroki's head. "But yeah. Thank you for the cake it's delicious" you complimented and leaned your head on his. "Can I go back to sleep now?" you joked and he smiled and pressed you down by your hard chest and lay on top of you. "Just don't sleep for 4 days again" he mumbled nestling into your t'shirt.

You stared down at the parting in his hair with huge, round eye's and put your hands on his back, grasping them together in a hug-ish type thing. "Okay"

We know that Ears likes cake and birthday baking shenanigans were her favorite birthday to date. What about Javi? Feel like our angsty-boy doesn’t feel like his birthdays are worth celebrating. How would Ears celebrate him?

The Surprise 

a/n: takes place post If I Fall. 

Javi spends his 42nd birthday worried sick about you. He doesn’t even acknowledge the reality of being another year older - all he can think about is his dwindling hope of bringing you home.

But for 43, you have a plan. By this point, you’re well aware of Javi’s shitty self esteem. You also know that he’s not an extravagant kind of guy. But you love surprises, and you love Javi, and dammit, you’re determined to surprise Javi for his birthday.

It’s a small thing, just a couple of nice bottles of whiskey and Steve grilling some steaks while you pour the drinks. Connie’s even baked him a chocolate cake (Javi is absolutely enamored by all things chocolate).

You get great joy out of the way Javi jumps in the doorway. “What the fuck, babe?”

You bound up to him, and Javi automatically catches you to his chest. “Surprise,” you announce softly, placing a chaste kiss to the bottom of his jaw.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Javi grumbles, but his cheeks are flushed, and you think he might secretly be a little pleased.

The thought makes something warm curl in you. “Come on.” You tug him into the kitchen. “Connie’s got cake.”

Javi perks up a little at that.

You spare him the indignity of candles and singing, just a quick, “happy birthday, man,” from Steve as he flops a rare steak onto Javi’s plate. Javi pokes at it a bit, his eyes narrowed in mock-suspicion, and everybody laughs.

The Murphy’s don’t stay long once the plates are cleared. Connie shuffles Steve out the door with a wink and a nod in your direction.

The door is hardly shut behind them when you crawl into Javi’s lap, kissing your way up his jawline and spreading your fingers through his hair. “What do you want tonight, baby?” you whisper into the shell of his ear.

Javi shudders beneath you, surging upward to wrap strong arms around your back, pulling you closer. “You,” he rasps, suddenly very serious. His eyes are dark, the intensity in his tone sending a tendril of desire curling in your core. “Mi vida, mi alma, only you.”

“You have me, Javi,” you promise, rolling your hips against his in one smooth motion that makes him buck against you. “Always, baby. Now, how do you want me?”

Javi takes you on the sofa, and again in the bed. Later, much later, when you’re boneless in each other’s arms, your heated breaths mingling slow and even at each other’s cheeks, Javi burrows a just a little closer, tucking his face into the hollow of your throat.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, his mustache tickling at your skin as he speaks.

“Hmm?” you manage. You’d almost been asleep.

“For tonight.” Javi’s fingers caress back and forth, back and forth at your bare ribcage. He sighs contentedly. “For being you.”

You drift off with a loopy grin on your face.

Birthday Party 🖤

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Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female Reader

Word Count: 900

Warnings: tiny bit of angst, cursing, slight mention of smut

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Angel had been sad the entire day because it seemed that everyone had forgotten his birthday. The day had gone as usual, with no one even mentioning it. No birthday hugs or “happy birthday” from his brothers, not even his flesh and blood, Ezekiel. The only one that had sent him a birthday text was you. Your sweet text and the cute picture of your face kept him going throughout the day.

The sight of Angel being gloomy all day killed his brothers. They all wanted to cheer him up with hugs and praises. But they didn’t want to ruin the surprise that they had planned for tonight, because it was all going to be worth it in the end.

Angel walked into the house with his head hanging low after his day at the clubhouse. His face lit up when he saw you sitting on the kitchen table with a little cake in front of you that said, “Happy Birthday, My Angel.” “Come here, birthday boy.” You got up from your chair and held your arms out, signaling him to come and get his much deserved birthday hug. He snuggled into you, getting lost in the sweet scent of your skin as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. Your arms softly caressed his back to make him feel better.

It was your job to keep Angel entertained for an hour or two while the guys set up everything at the clubhouse.

After eating some of the cake, you cuddled up on the sofa with the TV on. A show was playing on the screen, but neither of you were paying much attention to it. You held Angel in your arms, his head laying on your chest while you played with his soft hair, getting lost in the way your fingertips felt against his scalp.

You had offered him some birthday sex, but he turned it down for now. “I want to, but later. I just want you to hold me for now.” It was very rare for Angel to turn you down. He only did so when he was feeling down. You felt so incredibly bad, but you knew that it would all be worth it in the end. He just needed to be miserable a little bit more.

When it was finally time for the party, you came up with a ridiculous lie as to why you needed to go to the clubhouse now and that he was the one that needed to drive. It was the worst lie you had ever told in your life, and you were sure that Angel would call your bullshit. But he got up, not even thinking about it twice. You texted Ez to let them know that you would be there in 10 minutes.

”I’ll wait in the car.” “No, please come in with me. I’ll be quick, just come with me, please.” He didn’t protest at all, taking his hand in yours as you walked up to the entrance. He was the first one to enter.

As he entered, the whole room erupted in a “SURPRISE!” Confetti came raining down from confetti cannons that were triggered. Angel could swear that his heart almost flew out of his chest. Both from nearly shitting his pants and the joy he felt. He couldn't believe that they had put all this effort into surprising him.

The place was decorated in balloons with the Mayans logo on it. A huge banner that said happy birthday hung from the ceiling. Food and drinks already laid ready to feast on. Everyone was wearing cute black party hats.

You saw Angel started to tear up a bit, but he managed to keep it in. ”Surprise, baby.” You hugged him from his side. “You knew all this time?” “I did, and it was so hard to keep it a secret from you.”

All of his brothers came to give him hugs. Congratulating him and saying sorry for earlier today. “Happy Birthday, big brother. Getting older and uglier by the day,” Ez teased. “Shut up.” Angel pushed him playfully before bringing him in for a big brotherly hug.

The Birthday Party was a blast. Everyone was having the time of their lives with friends and family.

Chucky had baked Angel his favorite cake, which made him almost jump up in excitement. He loved cake (wink wink).

The guys had organized little mini-games to play throughout the night. The most popular one was Pin the Patch on the Prospect (yes, they used Ez as the target, and he was miserable the entire time).

Finally came the time for presents. Everyone had come together to buy Angel something exceptional that he had been wanting. The brand new PS5 with a tone of new games to play. “Fuck yes!” He was ecstatic about the gift, already planning to play with Ez and Coco as soon as possible.

The night was coming to an end. You and Angel were sitting on the sofa, watching as the clubhouse started to empty out. “This had been the best birthday I've had.” He awarded you with a sloppy kiss on your cheek. “I have one more gift for you, babe.” “You do?” You nodded your head. “Mhm at home.. or.. I am wearing it now, but you can unwrap it when we get home.” His lips turned up in that cocky grin of his, and he couldn’t wait to go home so that he could open his favorite birthday present.

ABO (A) Todoroki Shoto x (O) Reader Surprise Birthday Boy

Word count: 877

Warnings: None

Title: ABO (A) Todoroki Shoto x (O) Reader Surprise Birthday Boy

Summary: It is Shoto’s birthday and things to quiet go as planned. 

(Gif is not mine) 

🧊🔥-It was supposed to be a special day. Your Alphas birthday was today.

🧊🔥-You had woken up early and made him a special breakfast. He happily ate every bite. He wasn’t used to his birthday being celebrated. When he was little it was his mom cooking him a stack of pancakes that might have at one candle on it. 

🧊🔥-He thanked you while he dug in. He cherished every bite.

🧊🔥-You gave him a kiss and a hug goodbye before starting on your main mission.

🧊🔥-You were gonna bake a cake for the first time ever. You never attempted to make a cake from scratch before so it would be a challenge. You honestly didn’t think it would be too hard.  

🧊🔥-It was just following a bunch of instructions after all.

🧊🔥-You were wrong.

🧊🔥-The first problem started with the batter. You must have not added enough liquids because it was as thick as glue. You somehow scraped it into the baking pan and moved to the next step, the icing.

🧊🔥-Even though you had bought a new bag it seemed to have clumps in it. You thought you would just sift them out but suddenly your sifter was nowhere to be seen.

🧊🔥-You figured you could work the clumps out in the mixer so you poured the amount requested into the bowl. At that moment a clump that was nearly iceberg size decided it wanted to roll into the bowl as well.

🧊🔥-So you had four times the powdered sugar, the recipe called for. You scooped out what you could but it was still a lot. You had been so focused on the icing that you didn’t hear the oven go off.

🧊🔥-Your cake might have been a little dark on the edges still, you pushed through. This cake played a huge part for today and you were not gonna see it fail. You waited for it to cool before icing it.

🧊🔥-The only positive was that you lined the baking pan with baking paper so you didn’t have to force it out of the pan. Once it was cooled enough you worked on icing it.

🧊🔥-If you could call it icing. It was more like wet clay by then. Never the less you slapped it on and smoothed it out as best as you could. By the time the icing had settled, it was hard as a rock.

🧊🔥-You could seriously knock on the thing and it wouldn’t dent. You decided on going out real quick and buying some store-bought icing so you could write on the top.

🧊🔥-Before you could take off your apron and fix your messy hair you heard your front door open. Your heart jumped in your throat. He wasn’t supposed to be here till later!

🧊🔥-“Shoto? You are home early.” You called, frantically looking at your cake sitting on the counter.

🧊🔥-“Yeah, I thought I would call it an early day considering it’s my birthday and all.” He answered, putting his jacket up.

🧊🔥-You quickly chose to hid it in the oven. Luckily you cleaned up all of the dishes so he wouldn’t figure out you were baking. You opened the oven door and tried to shove it in.

🧊🔥-Unfortunately, you were a bit unbalanced and it dropped straight on the floor. You fell on your knees with it. Your hard work slumped on the floor. Not surprisingly the icing stayed fully intact.

🧊🔥-You couldn’t stop the whimper and chirps that escaped your chest. It was ruined.

🧊🔥-Shoto was quick to rush into the kitchen as soon as he heard something drop and your devastated chirps.

🧊🔥-“Y/N? Are you okay, Omega?” He rushed to your side.

🧊🔥-“I ruined your cake.” You sniffled, looking at the mess on the floor.

🧊🔥-He was too focused on you and didn’t even notice the disaster on the kitchen floor. He dismissed the mess and turned back to you. His hands garbing your shaking shoulders.

🧊🔥-“It’s fine. I don’t need a cake, Omega.” He hushed, wiping your tears away.

🧊🔥-“I was gonna write on it and everything.” You hiccuped, rubbing your eyes. “This is your special day and I ruined it.”

🧊🔥-“You didn’t ruin it. I have you in my arms, don’t I? That’s all I need. I don’t need to you write Happy Birthday on a cake for me. You already said it plenty of times today.” He reassured, cupping your cheek.

🧊🔥-“I wasn’t gonna write that.” You mumbled, tear pooling your eyes.

🧊🔥-“Oh? What were you gonna write?” He asked, slightly confused at his mate’s words.  

🧊🔥-You rubbed your eyes one more time and took a big breath to calm you. You grabbed is hands and looked into his mismatched eyes.

🧊🔥-“How do you feel about getting a new sidekick?” You asked, bringing one of his hands down to your stomach.

🧊🔥-Shoto swore his heart stopped working. It was like timed paused for a second. His Alpha had already processed the words and was howling in joy. The thought of a little you and him made his brain melt.

🧊🔥-“A pup?” He whispered, tears starting to pool into his own eyes.

🧊🔥-“Surprise birthday boy.” You giggled, loving his soft expression.  

So this is his birthday fic. I hope y’all like it! 🤍❤️

Marvin’s Room

Mark Lee x reader, Haechan x reader // SMUT, ANGST, fluff?, CHEATING!AU, college student!Mark, church boy!Mark, high school! Haechan, high school!reader, virgin!reader, virgin!Mark Summary: Mark being a year older than you was yet another cool thing about him, you had both a boyfriend and a brother. But what will happen to you when Mark finally leaves for college? Word Count: 6k Warnings: Virginity loss, swearing, explicit mature themes, mentions of church and faith, CHEATING, mentions of alcohol Note: I have a few notes again. :))  -This is inspired from the song Marvin’s Room by Drake but Listen to this version if you’re a girl. The phone call almost sounds like Mark :((  -Just like Mark, I love Drake and I’ve been a fan of Drake since 2015  -This is a true story, maybe I just exaggerated some parts but the true ending was not a happy ending.  -If some words were misplaced, I apologise in advance. 

Sundays are beautiful peaceful morning, wearing a nice dress, having breakfast with your whole family and a whole day with your boyfriend, Mark Lee. Although the both of you are busy with church responsibilities, at least you can see each other from afar and spend time together after church.

Being with Mark for three months already was the best decision you made. Everyday became sweeter than yesterday, life was suddenly easy and happy when Mark became your boyfriend. It’s a miracle how the both of you understood each other and because of that you two never fight. Misunderstandings will only last 10 minutes and that’s because you two would rather compromise than stay angry with each other.  

In your eyes and in everyones eyes Mark is perfect. He is this handsome pastor’s kid that everyone in church loves, the talented teenager who sings and plays guitar, well mannered, cool and funny at the same time. Who wouldn’t have a crush on him? You were just lucky that he happens to have a crush on you first.

After church, you went straight to your house with Mark to watch movies and have quality time. You were both at the kitchen preparing popcorns and making lemonade when your mom and dad came in with bags of groceries. Of course, Mark being the gentleman that he is helped your parents unload the stuff inside the bags.

“Congratulations for graduating by the way!” your dad exclaims and gave Mark a hug in the middle of the kitchen. “Any plans for college?” your dad added. Mark was so shy about telling his plans for college that he can’t look your father straight in the eye. “Uhm, I’m leaving by the end of the summer sir. I’ll be flying to California and will attend college in Azusa Pacific University” Mark explained shyly.

Both of your parents was ecstatic upon hearing Mark’s college plans, deep inside you are proud of him. Mark being a year older than you was yet another cool thing about him, you had both a boyfriend and a brother. But what will happen to you when Mark finally leaves for college? “Wow! A Christian University? Your parents must be proud of you Mark” your dad was acting like Mark is his son, you can only laugh. “California is far from home son, maybe y/n can get in there too. What do you say honey? It’s not a bad idea right?” your mom blurted out of nowhere. Now you’re annoyed but you can’t show them. You came in closer to Mark pushing him out of he kitchen carrying the snacks and lemonade. “You guys are funny. Were going upstairs to watch, love you both!”

When the two of you are finally alone, you apologised to Mark from what happened earlier. For all you know he doesn’t like how people praise him for being ‘perfect’, he always says that he’s not. “It’s okay. We can’t actually avoid what happened” he let out a laugh and puts a popcorn in your mouth.

You wanted to ask him how you two are going to survive long distance relationship. You never wanted him to leave but he worked so hard to pass the exams. Who are you stop him from chasing what he wants in life? The movie started and you hear him munching his popcorn happily. The sight of Mark being close to you is something you will always cherish. You came closer and hugged him tight, and he did the same in return.

Summer was incredibly fast, you checked your planner and you only have a week left with Mark before he leaves for college. Not to mention that it’s gonna be your birthday the day after he leaves. Everything is starting to make you feel sadder and sadder even though you see Mark everyday.

“Whats wrong?” Mark saw you spacing out.

You were fighting your tears and trying to hide your cracked voice when you finally said what’s on your mind. You let out a lot of questions that you’re 100% sure he’s avoiding, “and I just realised that you’re not going to be here during my birthday”  even though you let out everything that makes your heart heavy, you made sure you looked calm in front of him. He hugged you for a good ten minutes, enjoying the warmth of his body. The warmth only Mark lee could provide, a warmth that you will miss. It surprised you how calm he feels even though you threw a lot of questions at him. Turns out he actually has a plan for the both of you and that made you feel better. “We will work things out. We will try everything, FaceTime me whenever. And don’t worry about your birthday, I’ve got everything planned out. And you just ruined the art of surprise” you laughed at him and kissed him softly, “I’m sorry to ruin the surprise”

Counting down the days before he leaves, you both spend everyday together eating at your favorite restaurants, going to museums, baking cupcakes, buying stuff for his dorm, everything that comes in his mind, you try your best to make it happen.

After helping him pack for college, you two didn’t notice that you are the only ones at home. He told you to wait for him in his bedroom while he prepares for the snack and so you did. You were laying in bed while you wait for him, and to your surprise Mark turned off the lights in his bedroom and you saw him holding a small cake with lit candles that says, ‘i love you’ and he was singing “Happy birthday to you….Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear y/n, happy birthday to you”

You almost explode when he sits in front of you, you were crying tears of joy when you saw his handsome face. You made a wish before blowing the candles and gave Mark a kiss. It came across your mind that he will leave tomorrow and that made you cry even more.

“Yay! Were the same age now. Well technically not yet, but whatever” he puts down the cake on the table beside his bed and dried your tears using the ends of his flannels. “Shh. Don’t cry now. Were supposed to be celebrating.”

Your supposed to be movie night became cuddles and pillow talks, laughing in between whenever he tell you something funny and kissing each other deeply whenever the both of you says something intimate. “It’s against our faith but you know, I want to have sex with you someday and be each other’s first time. Nonetheless I’m happy with all the kisses that we shared everyday” you can feel him breath deeply and you can feel his feet playing with yours. “I’ve been thinking the same” you whisper, trying to hide your blush and shyness. To be honest you were still not ready but you wanted to make the best out this moment. “Do you want to do it tonight?” you suggested out of nowhere, not thinking about anything.

He chuckles as if he was not startled by what you just said. “Yeah I want to” he said without any hesitations. And that’s the only answer you need. You kissed him deeply like you never did before and gently made your way on top of him. Your legs on either side of his hips, slowly grinding on him to make him horny.

“You don’t need to do much. I’m already horny” he whispers in between kisses, changing your positions. Now he’s on top of you, slowly taking your clothes off and you do the same. Everything was done slowly and without any rush. He’s kissing you on places he’s never been before and it makes your head dizzy. Taking his time on kissing your shoulders and collar bones, licking from time to time careful not to leave marks. You moan from what he’s doing. “How can you be so good?” you managed to ask, “porn” simple and straightforward he answers you.

You lift your chest slightly to unclasp your bra and throw it away somewhere. Feeling shy underneath Mark you try to avoid his gaze when he finally looks into. He smiles and slowly touches your boobs, you gasps at the way he touches you while he looks in your eyes. “What’s on your mind Mark?” feeling good with what he’s doing, you were somehow curious. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m a little overwhelmed?” he kisses your neck trying to hide his shyness, hands still on your boobs, “It’s my first time touching boobs, and it’s the first time I’m touching you like this”

With the heat of the moment, somehow his kisses changed from soft and careful to wild and needy. His hard cock pokes your leg while he’s going down to your lower body to take off your panties. “Can I?” of course he asked for your permission, you thought. “Baby I want you to know that when I take this off, theres no turning back” it makes you wonder how Mark can be such a gentleman even after kissing you like crazy and groping your boobs like theres no tomorrow. “Still not changing my mind Mark. Were doing it” and with that you removed your panties yourself to make it less awkward and throws it to Mark. He chuckled at your bold move, stripping himself in front you and throws his briefs at you just like what you did.

Hovering back to you, Mark’s skin is so soft and flawless. Tracing his back muscles, drawing circles around his cute butt, everything about him is perfect. “Are you still nervous?” you asked while pushing his hair away from his face, “Nope. Thanks to your panty throwing move” your giggles turned into sweet moans when he finally put a finger in your pussy. Teasing your clit, moving his finger up and down your slit, gathering your sweet juices, all those moves made you spread your legs wide and you accidentally felt his hard cock almost hitting your entrance. Still kissing you while he worked on his fingers, he’s somehow amused by the way you react underneath him.

“Baby I know. Were both excited. But we can’t skip foreplay” you moan to acknowledge what he said, grinding your hips on his fingers. He pulls aways and kneels in between your legs, still playing with your slit and opening your folds you gasp loud when his tongue finally touches your pussy.

“What the- baby at least warn me?” you said still breathing hard. Your hands made its way to his locks, tugging it when he hits a good spot. “I think you watch to much porn Mark. You’re so good.” you can feel his chuckle against your pussy. Feeling good at what he does, you try to recall what are the things you see when you watch porn. You made him stop for a second and came closer to him, wiping his face with your hand, you asked him if you can suck him off.

Your innocent self did not know how to start making him feel good, but you started to stroke his cock from the base and you play with the tip. His head falls back on his pillows and he was moaning loudly trying to stop himself from cursing, you figured maybe you’re doing a good job. When you finally brought his cock near your lips, you kissed it first before putting it in your mouth. He saw you bobbing your head and seeing your lips around his cock makes him really hard and horny he almost feels sorry for what he’s going to do with you later. “Ugh- Ah! Fu-“ Mark was on edge already making you stop before he cums in your mouth.

“Shit” you meet him on top of the bed again, kissing his neck and waiting for him to come down. “Sorry for the bad word, but baby how-“ you chuckled and copied what he said earlier, “porn” he grabs your head and kiss you again hungrily. He opened the drawer near his bed and grabs the condom that he saved specifically for this moment. “Want to put it on me?” Mark asked you with a wink.

Not refusing his offer, you grabbed the condom and opened it. Playing with his cock for a minute to make it harder. You feel wet kisses on your jaw while you slowly roll it on his cock and when you’re done he goes on top of you again. Spreading your legs whispering sweet things beside your ear that makes you blush. “I love you” he said before entering you slowly. To be honest he was having a hard time pushing his cock inside you because of your virgin pussy but he managed. The stretch awfully hurts, your head is moving from side to side, gasping and moaning loudly. When he’s finally inside you, he’s calming you down with his sweet voice telling how much he loves you and how much he appreciates you. How he’s thankful that he’s having sex for the first time with you and hoping that he could be your last. Did he just talked about getting married someday?

For a first timer, you thought he was doing a great job making you feel good. None of you knows what’s the wrong and right thing to do when it comes to fucking. Whenever he hears you moan, he likes to think that he’s doing a great job. Which he is. Nonstop moaning from the both you and Mark is somehow experimenting with thrust giving you slow deep thrust that changes to sharp and quick ones. The pace makes your boobs beneath him bounce up and down, your nipples earning kisses from him whenever he wants to.

Eyes closed and arms encircled around him, your pussy clenched and you feel the pleasure rising. Moaning and gasping harder, you feel something in your abdomen. You try to inform Mark but when you opened your eyes, he’s staring down at you. Eyes full of lust, catching his own pleasure, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted. You kissed him and that made you both cum. It was great to cum to together you both thought. “I thought I wouldn’t make you cum” he said still panting.

It was nothing as you expected it to be but you were glad to have an intimate moment with Mark before he leaves. He lends you some of his clothes that you get to keep forever. “I’m giving you the best ones okay? So you wouldn’t miss me so much” that’s impossible you murmur.

Both of you slept like a baby and woke up early in the morning with a smile. It shouldn’t be a sad day he said to you. “I’m worried too. And I’m starting to miss you now actually. I’ll be back before you even know it.”

When the time finally comes, Mark said his final goodbyes before he goes to his flight, you were crying nonstop already and you didn’t know how hurt he was to see you cry because of him. His parents brought you home from the airport and made sure that you’re okay. Of course you’re not but you faked a smile and thanked them for bringing you home.

As expected long distance relationship is not easy in fact it made you cry night after night. You both live in different time zones and you don’t want him to lose sleep so sometimes you let him rest instead of catching up with you. Being a high school senior was hard but fun and you couldn’t help to think how it could be more fun if Mark is with you.

Over FaceTime, he tells you how the community in his college is peaceful and that the people there can all be your friends. You laugh at that thought. “Hey, hows your college applications going?” rambling with your words, you try to pretend that you didn’t hear him. But he’s not taking no for an answer, as always. He repeated his question.

“Uhm. To be honest, I’m having a hard time choosing” you gave him a short and simple answer hoping he would just change the topic. For all you know he was waiting for you to talk about going to his college too. That was the plan you both made before he left.  

But you’re wrong, Mark wants to hear exactly what he wants to hear. “Between?” you don’t see it in his face but you hear it, he’s disappointed. He was reminding you of the plan you two made before he left you, a plan that will you make the two of you together again. Everyday.

“Yes, I know that baby. I’m just trying things out no big deal” he scoffed.

“Is this a change of heart? What y/n? You don’t love me anymore because I’m far?” you can’t believe at what you’re hearing right now.

“Mark Lee that’s not true. Baby, you know I love you. Stop being like that” he’s not even looking at you right now, you wonder if his listening. Maybe not. “Mark, I’m going to bed” he nodded and ended the video call.

To be honest, your problem was your GPA. It was not enough to get in to Mark’s college and you didn’t wanted to tell him because he would be so disappointed and mad. That led you to apply to different colleges that fits your GPA. But if you’re being totally honest, you didn’t want to go to California. It’s not that you don’t want to be with Mark, it just so happens that you never wanted to leave home.  

Your normal relationship with Mark was gone, or rather the both of you changed within a month of being away. You fight almost every week and it will go on for days, he quickly judge you sometimes from not having enough time for him. You started lying to him so he won’t get disappointed at you. The long distance relationship was draining you both.

The next day, you went to school with puffy eyes. Your friends told you to dump Mark because he’s been acting weird lately and that doesn’t sound good to them. “No, girls I can’t you know how much I lovehim” you argue with a smile, knowing they’re just kidding. “We’re just saying that Haechan from your history class has a huge crush on you”

You scoffed, knowing that a popular guy like Haechan would never lay eyes on you.

Days without Mark went on and on, you’re starting to think if you really matter to him. You hear his parents saying about how Mark talks to them everyday, and that made you sad. Maybe it’s because they’re his parents of course he should talk to them everyday. But he promise he would talk to you too.

When you finally got a call from Mark, he’s still cold as ice. But he asked how was your day and you said you were fine and that school was school. “Oh Mark, by the way. I have to head out in a few minutes” you checked your watch and you only have ten minutes.

“I’m going to this party, Angela is going to pick me up in ten minutes”

“Am I the only one trying for the both us y/n?” he removed his glasses and crossed his arms, “is this why your GPA wasn’t enough? Because you were out partying?”

You figured maybe he asked your parents, “No. Mark. Its because I’m not perfect like you.” He was angry at you again. Hearing his words convinced you that Mark has indeed changed. Maybe he’s doing this because he cares? But you don’t like the way he treats you now. He’s not your Mark anymore. Your Mark will comfort you and tell you that it’s okay you can try again and he will help you, he usually makes everything in your life easier and bearable, he usually understands what you’re going through.

“I’m done reminding you with this shit y/n”

“Maybe, I’m done too Mark. Maybe I can’t do this anymore"

“Yeah maybe you’re right. Let’s just stop this”

And just like that he ended the call again. Angela sent you a text that she’s already outside waiting with the others. You were 100% out of your mind for still going to the party after breaking up with Mark. “Mom, dad I’m going to a party with Angela. Don’t wait up” you said trying to stop your tears from falling. “Enjoy honey!”

The moment you’re inside Angela’s car, you burst out in tears. Telling them you and Mark are over. They took a moment of silence for you to cry your heart out. “You sure you still want to go?” Angela asked sincerely, “Yeah. I need a drink” everyone in the car got startled with what you just said because in their eyes you’re this christian girl who doesn’t drink and you rather take care of your drunk friends during parties. “I mean. It’s about time I learn to drink right?” you added and sniffed for the last time.

You dried your tears, and went on with the night. The entire school is almost present at the party and you were actually having a great time. It was hard but, you try not to think of him and help yourself feel better. By the end of the day, you don’t need him to take care of you.

Life goes on without Mark, he never called you and you never called him. You’ve been happier by just loving yourself and trying new things. Changing every detail about your existence and throwing away the old and boring you. You started going to parties every weekend with your friends and you’re starting to be more popular at school.

Both your parents and his parents were devastated when they heard about the news. You still adore Mr. and Mrs. Lee, you still see them in church. They said they’re still rooting for the both of you. Mark was home for spring break, you weren’t.

You went to Miami with a couple of friends and your new boyfriend, Haechan. Sweet Haechan. Turns our what you’re friends told you months ago was true. He has a huge crush on you ever since junior high. When he found out you’re single, he made his way through your heart slowly but surely. Made you laugh everyday with his jokes, made you blush with his sweet words and he never treated you bad. Your parents quite like him because he takes care of you and that Haechan was funny and charming.

Senior year was suddenly full of laughter and good times despite all the readings and studying that you all have to do. You’ve been with Haechan for almost half of your senior year now and you’re happy you’re graduating together. Maybe one of the many things that you like about Haechan is, he was also planning to go to the same university you’re planning to go. “Long distance relationships scares me babe” you said to Haechan while eating beside him, “I know. I know, because of Mark. Don’t worry about it I’m not him” he kisses your temple and continues eating.

Three months left before you graduate, the school is torturing you with all the requirements needed to be passed. Both you and Haechan are busy studying and you both agreed to ace all of your exams. Good thing Haechan was competitive and studious like you.

You’re deep into understanding Shakespeare when you heard your mom knock at your door. “Theres someone downstairs honey” with a shrugged you removed your glasses, “who might that be, all of my friends are studying” you mumble at yourself. As you made your way to the living room, you saw your dad talking to someone with a big smile on his face. “Oh heres y/n” your father pointed at you. The moment that someone turned around to face you, you wanted to go to sleep immediately.

“H-hi, y/n” he started.

“Mark” you let out a fake smile.

Bold of him to assume that you still wanted to see him after having a new girlfriend just weeks after you broke up. You wanted to slap him. His new girlfriend was pretty and probably smart too because they go to the same school. He started attending college parties too and learned to drink alcohol. You know because his mother absentmindedly updates you about what hes doing in California. He still looked the same tho.

You try to get out of this situation, then you remembered the clothes you borrowed the night you two had sex for the first time you figured it’s time to return it. “I’ll return the clothes that I borrowed from…. last time. I’ll get it-“ he quickly told you that he’s not here for his clothes, he’s here for you.

“I’m studying. Every senior is studying tonight, Mark. Please just- not tonight” you beg of him to leave you alone because it’s true, you have a lot tests tomorrow. “Oh, okay. I’m sorry” and he made his way outside your house.

On the next day, you were happy you aced the test and you can finally breath. As for your celebration, you and Haechan spend the whole day together after school. He told you no one is home and that no one will disturb the two of you in his room. You already knew what he was talking about and you wanted to spend time with Haechan too.

Your relationship with Haechan was far from what you had with Mark. Haechan was full of new things, always surprising you about a lot of things. And new things as in kinks like, fingering you in front of the mirror and making out like theres no tomorrow. You were sexually active when you started dating Haechan. At first you thought maybe he was just staying for sex but the more you stayed in this relationship, he proved to you that he can fuck you and love you more at the same time.

The two of you are fucking in Haechan’s room when you got a call from your mom. You kissed him before answering the phone, “don’t stop” he liked the challenge. “Hello mom.” you answered while Haechan is fucking you balls deep. “Oh honey, hi! Uh.. Mark is here…” and after hearing his name, you ended the call immediately. You put your phone on silent and threw it somewhere on the floor with your discarded clothes.

“Haechan- Ah! Harder babe!” you meet his hard thrust and you made him choke you. After cumming for the third time that afternoon, Haechan flips you on your stomach, your ass is up in the air just the way you like it. Now that you’re on all fours, he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls it while he thrust deep and hard. You let out a long moan and you cum hard. Breathing and wanting more air, you feel Haechan kissing every inch of your body and saying sorry about how hard he fucked you today. You can only let out a small giggle, still feeling tired but you told him he did great as always.  

“I’m just so tired from school lately. I’m sorry” he added, still kissing you sweetly.

“Me too, that’s why I need to be fucked hard”

“Oh by the way, what did your mom told you” suddenly Mark’s face flashed in your mind.

“Nothing. She just wanted me to buy her some raisin bread on the way home” you lied. You felt sorry for lying to Haechan knowing he’s been nothing but a great boyfriend.

“Okay, we’ll buy some on the way”

Hoping that Mark went home already, you brought Haechan to have dinner with you and your family to celebrate for finishing the last wave of exams. You found them already eating in the dinning room…. with Mark. Your mom was the first to greet Haechan and gave your boyfriend a warm hug and kiss on the cheeks, telling him it’s so sweet of him to bring her some raisin bread.

The dinner wasn’t awkward thanks to Haechan, he’s always the life of a party. Your parents loved him, like how they used to love Mark. And speaking of Mark, it’s good that he plays fair. He laughs at Haechan’s stories and jokes while having dinner careful not to steal a glance from you.

After dinner you thanked Haechan for having dinner with your family even with Mark’s presence. “I swear I didn’t know they invited him-“ he cuts you off, “It’s okay babe” he kissed your forehead and hugged you like a bear stuffed toy, “make sure to rest well okay? I was kinda hard earlier” you nod and gave him a goodbye kiss. You watch him drive away from your street before going inside, not sure what to tell Mark.

When you went back inside, your mom told you Mark is in your room waiting for you.

And that was the last thing you needed today, Haechan was right he fucked you a little bit harder today. The exhaustion just hits you before seeing your bed all nice comfy.

“Mark what do you want? I’m going to bed”

“I want to start over again”

You almost tripped at what you just heard. To be honest you can’t believe with what he just said. “Are you drunk? Didn’t you just saw me and Haechan? He’s my boyfriend Mark, maybe you don’t know. We’ve been together for nine beautiful months now.

He let out a heavy sigh, “Everything you just said right now hurts me to the core. Y/n, we have a history. A damn good one-“

“You made me feel like shit Mark!” you quietly yelled at him.  

“And I was only being harsh to you because I was that desperate to be with you! To touch you again! To hold your hand! To see you in person again and not just through my computer screen or my phone! I was saving money so I could give you a ticket to California and you’d visit me!” you see tears in his eyes now. Those can’t be real tears you thought.

“Bullshit Mark! You had all the time in world to win me back before me and Haechan happens, but you didn’t! Between the both of us, you are the first one to have someone… someone new” you can’t believe you’re choking with your words and you’re crying in front of him.

“THAT WAS NOTHING!” he shouted at you tears running through his face, you’re positive your parents can hear the both of you screaming. You checked outside your door if they happen to listen, but they’re still at the kitchen.

“I need you to stop screaming and shouting at me Mark, and I need you to leave-“ and just like that, your world is upside down again. He kissed you shamelessly his hands just above your jaw. You don’t understand why you returned the kiss. You don’t understand why you kissed the guy who made you feel like shit.

You wanted to slap him but he started to explain himself again, “I was alone there y/n. And I was looking forward to be with you again. I came home during spring break but you weren’t home” you felt your heart beating for him again. Everything that’s happening right now is wrong. He hugged you and you felt that familiar warmth that only Mark Lee can provide. That warmth that you missed and the same warmth that you’ve been longing to feel again if you’re being honest. “I’ll be here for 2 months only. Is that enough to make it up to you? If not, I could drop some of my classes and take them next semester”

“It’s fine. That’s fine” from there on the word ‘cheater’ comes flashing in your mind. The chaos that you’ve single handedly chose for yourself will backfire the moment you face Haechan.

A month passed by already and Mark has been coming to your house everyday. Just like the old times. It actually felt that he never left and the two of you never broke up. You’ve been hiding this shit for Haechan and it becomes heavier and heavier each day. He never noticed that you’re hiding something from him because you spend your days with him normally. You meet Haechen in the day and you spend your time after school with Mark after Haechan drives you home.

You never talked about Haechan in front of Mark. You never told him how hard it is for you to cheat for him. But because your Mark is back, he told hes sorry for putting you in a situation like this. “I know it’s my fault. I came in barging in your life when you’re-“

“Stop” you pat the side of your bed giving him the sign to lay in bed with you. “Hmmm. Hows your day?”  you asked, pushing his hair back and scratching the top of his head and his nape just the way he likes it. It tickles him and makes him scrunch his cute nose, something you miss seeing. He hugged you in return drawing circles at your back, “mom was asking for you. She said you haven’t been going to church for awhile now”  he said with a calm voice.

“Mark, I hope you understand that a lot has changed when we were apart”

“Hmmm. I know. Some of it is visible, like how you’re bold when it comes to doing things now. The shy and innocent y/n is gone.” he chuckles, “but you’re still my y/n. That part of you will never change”

This time you’re the one who let out a chuckle, “What? What part?”

“You’re still the girl that I laid eyes on. Let’s not forget that I was the one who had a crush on you first” you never forget. “You’re still the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with you know. No matter how much you change, I’m willing to love every version of you.”

The whole time Mark was talking theres only one thing in your mind, he’s back. The Mark that you loved whole heartedly is back.

“I was wrong to breakup with you” the breakup was the last thing you wanted to talk about. You tried to stop him but he insist, “listen to me first baby” you avoid his gaze, but you listen. “Do you remember how we used to not fight? That our misunderstandings will only last minutes?” another reason why you loved him so much back then, “Yeah but you changed” you challenged him, “Okay, okay I’m sorry. But did you ever think about how normal couples do fight like crazy? I think” he gulped, “In my opinion, we weren’t used to fighting that’s why. We were so perfect on being together for only just a few months, we weren’t ready to be apart. And that’s my fault because I went away. And by the time the word breakup is brought up, it’s wrong for me to leave you because I should’ve stayed. That’s the right thing to do, we fight for our relationship not give up on them. I just learned it the hard way and I’m sorry”

You were silent the whole time, thinking about how you’re gonna breakup with Haechan. He’s going to be so hurt, he has done nothing wrong. “Mark, those were dark times for the both of us. You’re here beside me. In my bed.” you chuckled, “let’s just sleep okay?”

On the next day, you decided to breakup with Haechen. You sent him a text telling him that you wanted to breakup with him. It’s a coward thing to do but you didn’t want to see him so hurt just because you cheated on him. But only for a few minutes he’s outside your house crying and begging for you to stay.

“Why y/n? Baby, we were perfect” he sobs and you hear him whimper while he’s embracing you, “We were perfect. Please tell me what did I do wrong. I’ll change it.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. You just don’t deserve a coward like me, Haechan please dont make this harder than it already is”

“Let’s fix this- I’m going to change”

“It’s Mark- Haechan I’m sorry” you see Mark standing at your porch and you hugged Haechan for the last time. “I told you. You deserve someone better than me”

“I don’t care about him! We were perfect before he comes in the picture!” he walked closer to Mark and yelled at him, shouting screaming like a mad man telling him how he ruined your relationship. “We were fucking perfect and then you fucking came back! You treated her like shit and I didn’t!”

By this time you were crying too, sobbing and begging Haechan to please stop yelling.   All the words that Haechan let out in Mark’s face were all true. Mark was silent because he knew all too well that Haechan is right.

“I’m only agreeing to breakup with you because you chose this guy over me. And I respect you. I respect your decision, that’s how much I love you. I’m going to treat you right until this very end” and he  left with a heavy heart. You never thought seeing Haechan leave will hurt you to the point that you’re sitting on the ground sobbing and crying like a little girl. “I brought this to you, I’m sorry” Mark was helping you to get up and guides you inside your house.

In a matter of three months you manage to get back with Mark accepting him in your life again like nothing happened, you cheated on Haechan and broke his heart to pieces, and graduate. The last three months of high school was too much. Before graduation, you hear murmurs in school about you cheating on Haechan and it made you sadder because they remind you of how awful of person you became. Your friends got mad at you for what you did but good thing didn’t leave your side. Graduation became even more sadder for you because you felt that almost half of your batch hates you. Mark wanted to attend your graduation but you didn’t want him to. You’re afraid he might hear people talking about him and hurting Mark too was the last thing you wanted to happen.  

In the end you learned to forgive yourself with what you’ve done and Mark was helping you through the process making you happy again. You decided to leave home and went to a college that offers everything you need and it’s a good thing that it’s just one bus away from where Mark studies. Mark helped you moved in and he helped you fix your dorm making your place comfortable. Honestly Mark took care of everything, he was the one who looked for a decent dorm near your university and he made sure that you’re not going to be overwhelmed by everything that’s happening right now. And that if you miss home, he can always go to you.

“I’ll make you feel at home. I’ll be your home. I won’t let you down this time. I promise.”

................................................. Masterlist

Hey there! Thanks for reading if you came to this point hihi. And in return, I would like to say that this is a true story of how I cheated when I was in high school. Not that Im proud that I cheated, It’s just what I do here in my blog. I overshare and if that makes you uncomfortable, I’m sorry. Going back to the story, (I’ll just use Mark and Haechan’s name so you wont get confused.)

The real ending was not good. I ended up breaking up with Mark too and I never talked to Mark ever again., then I came back to Haechan, and Haechan cheated on me too in the end. And then we broke up for good.  After that when I started college, all the boys that I’ve been with, cheated on me. And maybe that’s my karma. I can only hope that my future husband will never cheat on me. Lesson. 1. Cheating is cheating, don’t wait for karma to get back to you. 2. Dont cheat. I learned my lesson the hard way. AND THAT IS THAT, THANK YOU AGAIN. IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS YOU CAN SEND ME A MESSAGE AND WE CAN TALK TIL THE SUN GOES DOWN, or up.. 

Lost Youth - Leon S. Kennedy x Reader (NSFW)

Summary: Where did all the years go? When did his youth leave him? It's Leon's 43rd birthday and those are the questions he can't help but ask himself. Fortunately for him, he knows the right person to help him get rid of this silly melancholy.

Author’s Notes: In this one-shot, it is 2020 and Leon is celebrating his 43rd birthday while the reader is in her mid-twenties. So if you're not comfortable with that sort of age difference I advise you not to read this story. For the others who wants to give this one-shot a try, please be aware that the sexual content is very explicit. And finale, don’t hesitate to like/reblog and please tell what you thought of it.

Warning: NSFW, Smut, Fluff and Angst, Language, Age difference.

          His tired blank blue eyes were staring at his reflection in the mirror of the elevator with a melancholy he hadn’t felt in a while, wondering when he had become the man he was staring at right now. Exhausted, damaged and more especially, old.         His fingertips touched the corner of his eyes. Discreet small crow’s feet were framing them, along with the permanent dark circles he had grown used to see. And if he actually looked closely under the thick strand of hair covering the right side of his face, he would be able to see thin wrinkles carving his forehead, wrinkles that weren’t there the last time he truly scrutinized himself in a mirror. But when was that? He couldn’t know. As much as he couldn’t know where his youth had gone. Probably was it somewhere hidden among the years he hadn’t seen flown by. He could thank his tiresome job for that, he thought.

           The elevator bell rang and Leon mechanically made his way in the corridor leading to your apartment, awfully quiet and thoughtful, his hands buried in the pockets of his leather jacket, which was old just like him. He knocked at your door and looked down at his fidgeting feet while waiting, his hand back in his pockets.     The door opened and a bright smile welcomed him with a lovely warmth that helped him smile a bit. “Hello, birthday boy.” Two hands cupped his face and soft lips tenderly met his mouth to linger there for a short while but long enough for Leon to circle his arms around the waist pressed against his body. “Hi.” He said with a faint smile.           “ I missed you.” You declared, eyes sparkling with joy. “Where have you been?”   “Long story. But I’m here now, aren’t I?” You nodded, definitely happy to see him and moved away from the doorframe to let him come inside.

           Your apartment was just as Leon remembered. Small but cosy with adjustable furniture to gain some space. The kind of place you rent when you’re young and barely have enough money to pay all your bills. Leon loved that place. He loved being here. It reminded him of the apartment he would have certainly owned at your age if he actually had had a normal life. Except that his wouldn’t have been so charming.

“I tried to cook. Nothing fancy, don’t worry. But I hope it’ll taste good.” You said as you headed towards the kitchen corner of the room, leaving Leon in the small living room. “You didn’t have to. We could have ordered Chinese or something.” He said as he sat down on your old couch, bouncing a couple times on it in order not to feel the springs under his rear anymore.         “I wanted to please you, show the extent of my culinary talents.” You joked, winking at Leon; as you knelt to check if the meal you had prepared was slowly cooking in the oven. “It’s not everyday that you turn 43.” There was a sudden silence that you immediately noticed. You froze, waiting for Leon to say something.     “There’s no need to celebrate that. Trust me.” You stood up, concerned by the unusual tone of his voice, and watched him staring down at nothing, completely lost in his thought and looking astonishingly weary. “What do you mean?” He shrugged to elude the question. “Please don’t tell me you don’t like getting gifs and eating cakes cause I made one especially for you.” You opened the fridge, excited to show him the strawberry tart you had baked this afternoon. Hopefully the attention would please him and warm his heart a little. “I guessed I used to when I was your age.” You glanced at him; saddened and understanding he was going through one of those tough days. “Beer?”  You offered. “ Gladly.”

You brought two bottles and handed him one as you sat next to him. A sigh escaped your lips and you looked at Leon. “I guess drinking beers and watching tv is also a good way to spend the evening.” You didn’t dare say the word birthday, thinking it was probably the reason why Leon felt so miserable today. “Just like an old couple.” Your last words made him frown and you noticed it. “What is it? What did I say?”   “Nothing. It’s not you.” He answered as he took a mouthful of beer but you were not convinced. “ I can see something’s wrong, Leon. Talk to me.” You took his beer away from him and placed it on the coffee table next to yours before putting your hand on his knee.           “ You wouldn’t get it.” It was your turn to frown, not liking to be patronised. “Try me.” “ You’re too young for that.”

He glanced at you and immediately realised how annoyed you were.           You thought you both had had that discussion already, about your age difference and everything that came with it, being treating like a child included. You thought you had made yourself clear when you had told him it wasn’t a problem and you thought he was on the same wavelength. That’s what he had told you after all.         “Seriously, Y/N. You’re young and beautiful. You could have anyone you want. What are you doing with an old fool like me?”           This was exactly the same kind of question your friends had asked you when you had told them about Leon. What are you doing with a man that old? How can you date someone who’s almost your father’s age? Isn’t he like twice your age? Do you have a daddy kink of some sort? Daddy issues? You were tired of these questions, tired of justifying your love and your choices. And you never thought you would one day hear a similar question coming from Leon’s mouth.         “What are you doing with someone like me?” You retorted, hoping he would understand your weariness. Weeks ago he would have answered that question without an ounce of hesitation or shame. After all, he had done it a few times when people had learned about your relationship. What was he doing with you? A girl that young and in her mid-twenties. Was he going through some mid-life crisis? Why her and not some woman his age? Well, easy. You were his sunshine, the reckless joy he had lost, and the bright youth he had not seen fly away. You were the constant reminder of what he had missed and the opportunity to live what he should have lived years ago instead of running away from BOWs in lost parts of Spain or South America.             Through you, he could live his youth again. You were making him feel young again, not unlike those women he had dated and had tried to continually convince him to start a family. You didn’t want much. No family, no kids, no dog. You didn’t care about sharing a house. You wanted what he wanted. Simplicity, carefreeness. You wanted to enjoy life without thinking too much about the future. And sharing all this with you felt good and refreshing.     But today, he didn’t know how to answer this question because today he was feeling old and melancholic. Today, and despite your exhilarating presence, he had the feeling the reckless sarcastic Leon training to become an agent was just some distant memory he could barely remember and that there was no way for him to feel like him again.

           When you understood he would not answer the question just the way you would not answer his, you placed your head on Leon’s shoulder and nestled it in his neck as you circled an arm around his chest. He smelt good, like wood and spices. And the perfume was strong and heady, almost bewitching. You pressed your lips against his hot skin, tasting it. Only Leon tasted that good. Only Leon could make you feel the way you were feeling like right now. Whole and happy. You decided to sit on him, straddling his laps, hands placed on his shoulders. His blue eyes met yours and you moved his blond strand of hair away from his face to admire him. He was so handsome. Tired and slightly raw – the result of all those years fighting more than his age – but handsome. And that’s all you could see. You lay some light kisses over his face, on his cheeks, his nose, his forehead and his lips, showing how much you loved every bit of him. And he smiled. It was faint but it was sincere.        

“Gosh, you’re so beautiful.” Leon said as he gazed at your delicate face, his thumb caressing your smooth cheeks that was as soft a baby’s skin. “Why …” You cut him off by kissing his thumb, eyes staring deep in his eyes. “Don’t say a word.”          

You put your body closer to his to catch his lips and he responded immediately by returning your kiss with a softness similar to yours. That softness grew into passion when Leon’s hand grasped the nape of your neck to bring you closer to him and intensify the kiss. The pressure and his tongue looking for yours started an immediate fire in between your legs that spread wildly in your entire body and oozed out of it under the shape of a moan that Leon captured with his mouth the second it escaped your throat. “Do you really want me?”           “Stop asking silly questions already.” You retorted before kissing him with a devouring ardour.           Fingers tangled in his hair, you moved slightly above him, rubbing yourself against him, desire for lustful friction taking control of you. And soon it was his turn to moan.

Leon glimpsed at his crotch with burning half-lidded eyes, feeling his cock already growing hard in his jeans. Gently yet strongly, he squeezed your rear as he lifted his a bit to make you apply more pressure on his bulge. You obliged and started undulating your body against his manhood. Leon rested his head against the back of the couch and he gazed at you in silence, looking with delight at your hands cupping your breasts as your eyes were half closed because of the pleasure this atrociously good rubbing was providing you. Soon, Leon slid the straps of your dress along your shoulder, freeing your boobs that he grabbed without waiting, admiring and feeling how perky and firm they were, like two peaches recently gathered. He caressed them with his thumbs, lingering on the pointy rosy nipples calling his mouth. And how could he refuse them?

You sighed of pleasure when Leon caught one of them in between his lips and started sucking on it greedily, his hands still holding your breasts tightly. You brought your chest closer to his face, fingers pulling at his soft hair. “Leon” You whispered his name in between two moans. He hummed and looked up at you, not willing to let go of your nipple just yet. The weariness in his eyes was gone. They were dark now and burning with desire for you. “I want you. I want you now.” You begged and he let go of your teat with a loud pop.

A grin appeared on his face. It was cheeky and lively, playful like a child’s smile. “Very well.” You loved when Leon smiled. His face looked completely different each time he did (and those times were rare) making him seem suddenly more radiant, more glowing and - let’s say it - twice younger. Funny because that’s exactly how he felt each time you were making him smile, each time he was with you and able to forget all his worries and the absurdity of his life.

He grabbed you by your hair and kissed you again, tongue caressing yours as he let one hand wander along your chest down to your crotch where he dared let his rough fingers slide beneath the fabric of your panties to tickle your already swollen clit. You gasped, bit your lips and your nails dug in the back of the couch. You were so wet and so ready for him already. “Damn, baby.” He chuckled with enthusiasm. “Am I the one responsible for that mess down here?”     You laughed, shivering under his expert touch (an advantage that came with dating an older man). “What do you thiiinnkk?” The end of your sentence was swallowed by your sudden guttural moan as Leon plunged a finger in your wetness, hitting the sensitive spot hidden deep inside of you. “Please don’t tease me too much.” You asked, afraid to reach your climax too soon. Leon kissed you and smirked “No.” Then, he started fucking you with his finger, adding a new one in the process to hear you cry and feel you crumble against him. A groan of both lust and frustration escaped the barrier of your sealed lips and you instinctively began moving up and down Leon’s fingers. “Aren’t you eager?” He joked, amused.   “You’re such a tease.” You pouted, though not really complaining. “I know.” He pulled you closer and laid a greedy wet kiss on your breasts, tasting the sugary thin skin with a devouring eagerness.

Clumsily, you let your hand wander towards his jeans. If Leon wanted to play, then you both would play. You stopped moving and opened the zipper of his jeans, forcing him to lift his rear to pull down his clothe a bit along with his boxers.         His cock sprang free, red, glistening with pre-cum and perfectly erected. Eager to feel it, you urged to grab it, jerking it off a bit as you knelt on the sofa right next to Leon, grunting a bit as your pussy escaped Leon’s amazing fingers. You moved your hair to the side to stare at Leon as you bent towards his manhood to kiss the tip lightly. He immediately hissed and tensed and you smiled as you placed your lips back on his penis to put the head right in between them, ready to suck it. “Who’s the tease now?” Leon asked as he put his hand on your cheek. You chuckled and finally took him in your mouth, making Leon curse and tangle his fingers in your soft hair. The taste of his pre-cum was bitter but the vision of seeing your lover come undone was sweet and so your started bobbing your head up and down his shaft, moaning occasionally and keeping your eyes on him. “Goodness, fuck.” He groaned as he pushed himself deeper in your mouth to hit the entrance of your throat. You gagged and thick trickles of saliva flew along Leon’s hard member.

His hand met your prominent rear that you had kept up on purpose. It caressed it delicately, pulling your dress up. “Jesus, you’re perfect.” You squealed when he suddenly spanked you and he scoffed, his fingers venturing towards your humid entrance to play with your lips and clit. “God, Leon.” You cried out when he put his fingers back in you and started relentlessly moving them. “You like that?” You nodded as you tried to keep on sucking his cock and he pecked your ass with a cheeky smile, his fingers still exploring your core. “Do you want to ride me?”  

You took it as an invitation and you straddled Leon again. You put your panties to the side as he removed his v-neck, letting you admire his toned chest. You allow your hands to wander on it a bit, feeling the carved muscles under your fingertips. He had such a nice healthy body, definitely sexy. Anyone would agree with that.       You left a trail of kisses along his chest, from his smooth pectorals down to the V line framing his perfect abs. “I thought you wanted to ride me, baby.”       “ Let me admire you first.” You said before licking the small hairy line below his navel. He hissed and grabbed the couch tightly. “Admire what? My old body?” Leon joked but you could tell he was serious.

You looked up at him and frowned, slightly exasperated. “Shut the fuck up, will you?” His eyes widened, astonished, but a crooked smile appeared on his face. “You don’t have a old body. And you’re not old. Stop believing that.” You declared as you grabbed his chin. “Actually, you’re certainly the sexiest and the most wonderful man I had the chance to be with. And I don’t give a damn that you’re 43. You’re perfect to me.” You pressed your lips lovingly against his, thumb still in his dimple.       “No, you are.” He said as he put a strand of your hair behind your ear looking at your young beautiful features with awe and wondering how someone like him had managed to find a girl like you. Maybe he was lucky after all.

You sit back on him, this time ready to welcome him inside of you. Panties to the side again, you felt his cock probing at your entrance before penetrating you with ease, making you cry out as Leon groaned with pleasure. He felt so good in there and your pussy was a delight for him, better than anything he had ever had lately before meeting you in that bar three months ago. “Damn, you’re so tight.” And he couldn’t help but give your youth credit for that tightness.        

Your started hoping on top of Leon, your hands holding your bouncing boobs as his hands were squeezing your ass to give you the pace he wanted you to have. When you understood he wanted it rough and fast, you grabbed the backrest of the couch and accelerated your movements. Your wildness certainly satisfied him as he placed his arms behind his head to watch you fuck yourself on top of him. “That’s it, baby. Ride me.”

Leon’s name and a stream of onomatopoeia continually left your mouth as you felt your lover’s cock hitting your g-spot each time you had him slam back into you. “That feels so good.” You cried out and he smiled, ravished to see you succumbing to the intense pleasure he was giving you right now. “Are you gonna cum?” You simply nodded, unable to form a sentence. “Cum for me.” He ordered in a whisper as he grabbed your ass cheeks again to hammer you from underneath. “Oh my god, Leon!”   You body fell against Leon’s and your head hit the backrest of the couch to scream in it. The way he was pounding you was simply exquisite but it was so rough and deep you couldn’t sit straight anymore. A tear rolled over your cheek as you reached your powerful orgasm, yelling your pleasure so loud your neighbours would certainly complain in the morning. Your body tensed and you walls clenched around Leon’s shaft making him grunt and forcing him to put more strength in his thrusts. “Fuck, I love when you squeeze me like that.” And so did you.

Exhausted and shivering, your body went limp and rested lazily against Leon. He kissed your forehead. “You’re okay?” “ Yes.” You managed to say in between two irregular long breaths. “Good. Let me taste you.” He lifted you up easily; using the opportunity to admire the white cream you had left around his cock and pushed you over the couch. “You’re going to kill me.” You giggled, tired yet satisfied.   “Unlikely.” He grinned with a wink and spread your legs to place himself between them. Bothered by his jeans he hadn’t taken off yet, he pulled them down and threw them on the floor and he did the same with your dress and your panties. At last, you were fully naked before him and he couldn’t help but think how beautiful and desirable you were. He left a trail of tiny kisses on your chest and stomach enjoying the firm flesh under his wandering hands before burying his face in between your thighs.     You giggled when his stubble scratched your skin but that small laugh quickly faded away when Leon licked your slit and sucked on your clit. “You taste so fucking good, baby.” He whispered before lapping your folds again, humming loudly each time his tongue was reaching your reddened bundle of nerves. “Leon.” You whispered, biting your left hand while the right one was brushing his blond hair away from his face. “Yes, baby?”         “ I love you.” You didn’t realise what you had just said, eyes tightly shut, your mind lost in bliss, but Leon did.   Usually that kind of declaration would have freaked him out and he guessed it did but only a little. Because, despite the importance and the sincerity of those three words, he knew they didn’t mean what they would have meant coming from another woman’s mouth. They didn’t mean ‘let’s move in together and have a baby.’ They just meant what they meant. Love. Pure and innocent love.  Less commitment but still scary and weird for him to hear.

Leon sat up and kissed you tenderly, choosing to ignore your confession for now. You responded lazily, still a bit dizzy because of the orgasm you had experienced few minutes ago and the intense pleasure that refused to leave your body. “I’m not done with you yet.” He tapped your entrance with his hard cock and slid inside of you with one deep swift move that made you grunt. His hand circled your throat, but not too tight, and he began fucking you hard. His thrusts were not as fast as previously but they were rougher and stronger, making you hit your head against the armrest. Leon roared your name and ultimately placed your legs above his shoulders to burry himself deeper inside of you. You mewled, begging him to keep going, your fingers finding their way to your clit Leon had abandoned.

He noticed them as soon as they started rubbing your swollen bud and, as a consequence, he turned you over and put you on all fours. “You should have told me you wanted to cum again.” He said in your ear before slamming your head against the couch. You cried out, your nails dug in the suede fabric of the couch, when Leon entered you again, from behind this time, his hands holding on tightly to your hips. He didn’t waste time and took the same pace as before, except that this time his thrusts were even more exquisite because of the way his balls were hitting your clit and also because of the sound of his hips slapping against your ass. “Do you like when I fuck you from behind like that?”       “ Yes” You whimpered, feeling your climax slowly building up inside of you. “Keep going … please.” He complied with an excitement that he decided to demonstrate by quickening his pace. You crumbled under the power of his pounding and fell flat on the couch. But that didn’t stop Leon who grabbed your ass and your hair to keep on hammering you from behind. And soon each thrust he gave was followed by an animalistic growl, sign that his orgasm was close. “Make me cum with you, please.” You asked as you guided Leon’s fingers towards your clit. He agreed and started playing with your sensitive bud, bringing you atrociously closer to your climax. “Now.” You announced and his moves became clumsy despite their incredible strength.

You screamed in the couch as you reached cloud nine, your body convulsing and tensing as Leon came hard in you, his roars echoing loudly in the room. “Fuck!” He pumped hard between your clenched walls a couple more times, spilling every drop of his hot white seed inside of you, before allowing himself to slump against you, completely out of breath and exhausted, just like you.

After a brief silence, you giggled and so did he. “Wow.” He admitted before placing a smiling soft kiss on your shoulder blade. “That was awesome.” “Right?” You grinned trying to find his lips as you turned around to cuddle with him.       “You’re amazing.” He said as he pressed his lips on your smooth forehead while you weaved your fingers in his hair to cradle his sweaty hot body. “What would I do without you?” You didn’t answer, staring at his eyes, wondering what was going on in his head right now.             “ Do you wish we could stay like this forever?” You dared ask, playing with one of his blond strand.

He didn’t know about forever. Hell, he didn’t even know about next week, never making plans that far ahead. But he knew one thing. Seeing how quickly time was flowing forever might come sooner than expected. But it didn’t matter because with you he felt happy and young again.  

— 2020 has been a wild year for all of us and let me start this off by saying well done to us all for simply making it through this crazy ride - if surviving this year was your biggest achievement, that’s completely okay, and i am so proud of you for being here today !! despite the many, let’s say, mishaps, that have occurred this year, both nct and nctzens have been key in my 2020 and i couldn’t be more grateful for them, so i decided to make a little appreciation post of my own before the year ends 🥰

— to my followers ;

my petals !! i can’t believe i started off this year with around 300 followers and i’m now nearing 600 🙈 this account has grown so much this year and it’s all thanks to you. if you’ve ever come across my blog, liked or reblogged a piece of mine, sent me an ask, or pressed that follow button, i want you to know that i am so grateful for you and thank you for enjoying my works 🥺 hopefully 2021 will carry the same positive energy here on your-world-with-nct as it has this year and i’m hoping that you’ll be seeing a lot more fics in the near future 👀 once again, i love you petals <3

— to my dearest mutuals ;

@emistoomultifandom

em bubs !!! i know i could easily do this on any other app or even irl but i just wanted to thank you for making my year 🥺 my lockdown wouldn’t have been the same without us constantly texting and fangirling and our ty track/bfc reunion on my birthday was elite. and obviously this new school year has been an adventure and a half so far, with all the lunch time shenanigans, revision sessions, and exam stress, but i can’t wait for the rest of it 🙈 i am so grateful that i had you by my side during 2020 and i am eternally thankful that i’ll be able to go into the new year with you by my side once again 🧡💚💜

@misfitneo

bella - my first mutual, my tumblr mum - it feels like just yesterday that you wrote a beomgyu blurb for me after seeing my pink theme; now you’ve finished college and i’m applying to colleges 🙈i know we haven’t been able to talk as much recently but that doesn’t mean i appreciate your presence any less - i’m so proud of you for getting into med school and pursuing your dream 🥺🥺 i hope that this year treated you well, and that 2021 treats you even better 💞

@nsheeteeish

loml, almost birthday-twin, fellow leo and xiaojaem stan, fave writer - what do these things have in common? they all apply to v, or, yeet anon, if you remember the days where i ranted to you about my crush and you were a baby stay 😪 not only have you delivered such amazing content on ur writing and gif blogs, but you have provided so much comfort and joy to me whenever we message with dilay 🤧 i look forward to checking your blog every day for new posts and my twt and insta notifs in case you’ve sent me something or you’ve seen what i sent you 🙈 the fact that you think of me when you see certain things just warms my heart and you’re just such a caring person in general, thank you for being a part of my 2020 v, all the best wishes for your 2021 🖤

@cloudyangers

dilay !!! my resident yangqi and the person i think of straight away whenever i see yangyang 😚 i remember when you first requested that e2l chenle blurb back in 2019 and now the only chenle stan between us is v 😁 finding you on this app again after i forgot what ur skz blog’s url was, was just amazing and i don’t know what my tumblr experience would be like without me being able to reconnect with you 🥺 thank you for being able to make me laugh effortlessly with our lack of geography knowledge and our random antics, i will always look forward to seeing the username @cloudy_____ on my dash and screaming over renhyuckyang (+ sungchan 👀) with you for years to come 🤍

@nctsoftarchives

andi bb, my fellow dad!johnny stan 🥺 seeing you post a jaemin birthday blurb for me after your return to tumblr was so sweet and i can’t believe your first post after coming back was dedicated to me 🤧 i remember the day i first messaged you and you were gushing over how you were a big fan of mine and i said the same about you - we were just going back and forth about how much we love each other’s work 😌 you are such a talented writer and you are so full of love - wishing all the best for you in the coming new year babie 🥰

@jensungf

coming across leyna’s blog after reading that jsmr fic was the best decision, because not only have i befriended a brilliant writer, but also a jensung enthusiast who is just the kindest 🥺🥺 i think now would be a good time to tell you that despite jeno’s bias wrecking antics back in august, i actually bias jisung now 😃 i know we haven’t talked in a while, because of our busy schedules, but i hope you’re resting well and i hope that 2021 won’t be as hectic for you 💟

@doyoungcore

joyce, i know we only started talking recently but the serotonin boost both you and your works have given me this year is just incredible and i am so thankful for your warm personality on your blog and for your amazing fics 🤧 i started off as a silent reader who gushed about your writing in the tags but now i’m friends with such a talented writer and we just casually ramble about doie and jaems biases and writing struggles,,, wow 🤯 (btw took some of ur tips on editing headers 🙈) i hope that next year we can expand our friendship and that i can continue to give you the feedback you deserve 🥺💕

— favourite reads of the year ;

i have reblogged all of these to my main @/lovelycharm05 before, but i just wanted these masterpieces on here with everyone since these fics are so memorable and enjoyable to me <3 (beware there is lots of me gushing over how f&%#ing good all these writing techniques and plot devices are - can you tell i’m an eng lit nerd)

@nsheetee - moonlight café

obviously v released so many iconic pieces this year but this series was just *chef’s kiss* coffee shop au’s are the cutest to me because you can do so many different things with them, and you truly showcased that through each members’ part. although i am nahyuck biased (out of all the 00 liners), i have a soft spot for jeno’s part 🥺🤧 but that doesn’t mean i’m not obsessed with jealous jaems and cocky hyuck 🙈

@notnctu - to all the j’s i loved before

the very first work i ever read of yours, joyce 🥺🥺 i remember seeing an nct network reblog this and after reading through the summary of the series, i was enticed by the plot and i read most of your masterlist whilst waiting for the next parts 🤧 the main character’s relationship with each ‘j’ was unique to them and their interactions were just so sweet to read (except jaemin’s >:( why did my ult’s part have to be the angsty one 😤 jk jk i loved it anyways) special mention to ‘cupid’s arrow’, because that fic was an emotional rollercoaster and i loved that almost as much as i love bestfriend!jungwoo in the last part 😌

@misfitneo - lee haechan’s pride

it would be a sin if i didn’t include this in my top reads this year, pun intended 😌, especially since i have a weakness for mafia aus. i haven’t had the time to read mark or renjun’s parts yet, but from what i read in this fic, i’m sure theirs are just as good, if not better. the storybuilding and the development of the plot are so detailed and intricate and that is what i love in a fic. i already reviewed this on my main with a lengthy description of my favourite parts so i’m gonna keep this short and sweet - if you love haechan, mafia au’s, and enemies to lovers, you need to read this !!

@jensungf - passing clouds + only forever

these fics hit different now that i bias jisung 😭 ‘passing clouds’ was pure angst and as much as it hurt, it was written so beautifully and i loved it so much. ‘only forever’ healed the jisung shaped hole in my heart and made me fall in love with him all over again. the first love vibes he gives off is unbelievable and that innocence was presented perfectly in this 🤧 side note: never let jisung bake for you even if it’s as a peace offering 😖

@hyucksie - in the long run + second first kiss

although ‘sweet talk’ and ‘silent treatment’ are also contenders for some of my favourite fics of the year, these two have taken the cake 😌 the concept itself of time travel and mark and y/n seeing their future child was so creative and the mixed emotions that the characters experienced seeing their future were executed so well and the ending when their actual future selves remembered the day they time travelled 🥺🥺 not to mention the sequel doesn’t feel forced at all, the story flows well, and jealous mark is a cutie 🥰

@luvdsc - not clickbait

i’ve been following cat after i first read ‘i turned my best friend into an e-boy!! (and kissed him)’ and ever since then every piece of hers that i’ve read is simply breathtaking and so engaging. her style of writing is so unique and whenever i read anything of hers i feel so immersed in the fic. the dreamies as youtubers and tiktokers was such a cute concept to me and the little comment section at the end of each fic is probably my favourite part 😳 the way each member’s fic connects to the plot of another is perfect and their cameos in one another’s fic >>> (jisung telling y/n about the tiktok challenge in mark’s fic + cameraman jisung in chenle’s) i could keep talking abt this series for a lot longer but i’ll end it here, also i can’t wait for norensung’s parts 💞💞

@pwarkhans - the neo academy

i’ve probably mentioned my love for ‘the umbrella academy’ before but THIS !!! this series just made me love it even more 🙈 despite yangyang’s part being the only one that’s out, that and the prologue are interesting enough and seeing the 00 liners in this alternate universe is honestly amazing jxjwjxkw jaemin as three and hyuck as two is everything. the brothers’ relationship, especially in yangyang’s part, is so complicated yet so cute and i can’t wait for the rest of the members’ parts 💘

@yongtxt - vintage

when i first stumbled across this series, i was immediately intrigued by the plot, and not just because it was about rapper!mark and singer!y/n🧑‍🦯🧑‍🦯 the side characters (dreamies + doie and jisoo) were so funny and well-written and the plot >>>> i was so invested in the twists and turns of the story, the relief i felt when the conflict was finally resolved and we got our fav musician couple !!

@byunbaekby - apartment b23

i only found this series recently but wow am i invested in the plot already 😭😭 the conflict in the story is realistic and feels like something you could actually relate to. norenmin’s friendship/bond is so strong and evident through the story and the side characters are my babies (heejin, shuhua, lia - ily 🤧) i can’t wait for the rest of this series since i am a sucker for the perfect balance of angst, fluff, and crack in this 🥰

— favourite works of the year ;

unfortunately i haven’t had enough time to release any fics this year, and i’m hoping that that won’t be the case next year, but here are my top 5 favourite blurbs that i enjoyed writing and reading <3

1:48pm -> dad!johnny

one of the most popular blurbs on my blog to this day 🥺 honestly i get why, who doesn’t love dad!johnny? hyejoo is literally so adorable here and the family dynamics make me soft all over again whenever i reread this piece. also everyone’s reactions and replies to this are so heartwarming because everyone’s just whipped for the suh family 🙈

1:05pm -> soulmate!taeyong

i love soulmate au’s but something always irked me with the permanence of your soulmate like ,,, what if you end up falling out of love with them? then what? that inspired me to write my own take on soulmates, where they aren’t found, but made. taeyong’s character here is just so full of love and you know how much i love lovable boys 🤧 (ever wondered why i ult na jaemin...?)

12:13pm -> boyfriend!mark

7dream!!!! i don’t usually write domestic fluff even though it’s one of the genres i indulge in the most 😔 but when i do, i go all out because everyone needs to know how soft i am for my boys >:( mark’s love for the dreamies is so unique and i love their friendship so much, i had to write about it when i first heard about the 7dream announcement which i definitely did not cry at

11:40pm -> boyfriend!jeno

this was one of the first requests i ever got and i was just so touched than someone personally requested something from me AND it was jeno 🥺🥺 everytime i read the tags under this, everyone is just gushing over jeno and like,,, same 🙈 this type of fluff >>>

waking up with wayv -> wayv reaction

when em first requested this, i didn’t exactly know how to write something for each member without being too repetitive, but in the end, i loved the mini plots i wrote for them and it’s just one of my underappreciated faves 🥰

— favourite releases of the year ;

just a few of my favourite albums that got me through online school and revision sessions for offline school 🥲 ft. lots of nct + october albums bc that month was PACKED

nct 2020 - resonance pt1 + pt2

nct 127 - neozone: the final round

nct dream - ridin’

wayv - awaken the world

superm - super one

enhypen - border: day one

twice - eyes wide open

txt - minisode1: blue hour

seventeen - semicolon

stray kids - go live + in life

itzy - not shy

conan gray - kid krow

if you’ve managed to read all the way to the end, congrats for putting up with my lengthy and very sappy sentiment and sorry that you had to go through all of that 😭😭 thank you for being a part of my 2020, i hope that the new year allows us all to have a fresh start and brings us the opportunities we didn’t have this year. happiest new year to you all 🥳 (even tho it’s not 2021 yet when i’m posting this :))

Belated Birthday Special!🥳

Only I would be late to my own birthday special lol, BUT my birthday was yesterday and I planned to post this self-indulgent gift with some of my fav characters for both myself and you all so here it is! Please enjoy this little birthday gift (Even if your birthday is far away)!~Amanda

Warning: This one had a bit of everything; Slight NSFW, tons fluff, and a dash of Angst.

(2.2K+ words)

Muichiro:

Your eyes fluttered open, mind still groggy with sleep while the sun's rays peaked passed the horizon outside. Absentmindedly, your fingers crawled to the opposite side of the bed looking for the warmth of your boyfriend. “What the hell..?” the bed was empty on the other side, the sheets already cold. Your brows furrowed as your bleary eyes scanned the room, there was zero trace of your boyfriend. “Muichiro is never up before me…” you muttered before noticing a small piece of parchment paper torn on his bedside table.

‘I’ll be back later’

A dry laugh escaped your lips, “What else was I expecting?” you groaned  “Today will be just like last year” you pushed yourself out of bed dreading the rest of the day.

The day dragged on without a word from your boyfriend. Every once in a while you’d receive a merry “Happy Birthday” from your friends. You appreciated it, but every time you heard those two words your chest tightened a bit more. “He’s forgotten every year so get over it!” you reminded yourself. Three birthdays have passed since you started dating Muichiro and each year was the same. Every year you grew more hopeful, sure that that was going to be the year things would change, but to know avail.

“I’m home” you called as you kicked off your shoes. Off in another room, you could hear the sound of someone frantically moving objects. “Muichiro?” you warily called, inching closer to the noise while gripping the hilt of your blade. Your breath hitched and your eyes welled with tears, “Oh Muichrio”

Muichiro stood awkwardly with his long tresses tied back in a loose bun (a look you adored), clutching a bouquet of daffodils. “Here” he thrust the flowers into your trembling fingers. Suddenly, you wrapped him in a tight embrace. You spent some time tucked into each other, Muichiro rubbing soothing circles into your back. “I thought you forgot” you cried pulling away, you couldn’t help but play with the strands of hair that weren’t pulled back. He smiled guiltily, “I didn’t say anything since I wanted it to be a surprise”

Truthfully, Muichiro felt awful about always forgetting your special day. Once the seasons changed, he reminded himself everyday of your birthday, a constant countdown he never allowed himself to ignore or forget. He was scared; he didn’t want you to give  up on him, but it wasn’t fair that you always had to be the one waiting to see if he remembered something important.

“This is also for you” Muichiro looked away bashfully, handing over a gold box. Carefully, you opened the lid “It’s gorgeous” you marveled, delicately tracing the unique pattern of the sapphire stones. “I’m sorry if I ruined our day by ignoring you, I wanted to make sure I had everything to make things perfect” he faced the floor while he spoke. You brought his face towards your, hovering just by his lips. “Muichiro you could never ruin today, you only make things better” you passionately kissed his smooth lips, ingraining this moment to memory. 

Muichiro isn’t perfect, but there isn’t a single other person you’d want to spend the rest of your life with.

Rengoku:

You sprung out of bed before the sun even breathed its first breath of the day, beaming as you stretched the grogginess away. The snores of your spirited boyfriend rumbled beside you, his slumped form invading the space you once occupied. It took everything in your power to not laugh at Rengoku’s overgrown form sprawled out, his limbs bent in directions that could not possibly be comfortable.

You spent the early hours quietly finishing the house chores; Rengoku had been so busy lately that you’d feel awful waking him up even if it was your birthday. All you wanted was to spend the day alone with your beloved, making up for all the conversations, hugs, and kisses you two had missed with his busy schedule. Just as you finished washing last night's dishes, a pair of muscular arms coiled around your waist, his face buried into the crook of your neck. “Princess why are you up so early?” god his morning voice would be the death of you, “Figured I’d let you sleep a little” you whispered.

Rengoku hummed, the vibration of his voice shaking you to your core. His unruly bedhead tickled your skin as he trailed his nose along the length of your neck, his plush lips ghosting over your skin “Rengoku we haven't even had breakfast” your voice was unsteady, warmth already spreading throughout your body at his small ministrations. “I can think of something I wanna eat” he teased, nipping at your earlobe with just enough pressure to have you holding your breath.

Your body was flipped against the counter, Rengoku wasted no time spreading your legs to nuzzle his thick thigh between them. His eyes were wild, fully aware of the effect he was having on you, it only fueled his lust. “Princess it's your day, let me show you how much I love you” he ground your clothed mound against his thigh, just brushing that special spot inside you. You mewled lightly, your body tensing at the sensation. “Bed or couch?” you asked breathlessly. His chuckled deep, a devilish smirk matching the glint in his eyes as he reached for the hem of your shirt

“Why not both? Beside, I thought we could  start right here”

Inosuke: 

“Why is Y/n out with that tall freak again?” Inosuke grumbled for the third time, pouting childishly on the floor with his arms crossed. “It’s Y/n’s birthday and we are throwing a surprise party” Tanjiro reminded, carrying the cake he had learned to bake from his mother, “Don’t be rude to Uzui-san either, we had to beg him to take Y/n with him on his mission so that we could do all this”.

You’d been gone since yesterday morning and the idea that you’d spent the night near another man made Inosuke’s skin crawl. Clingy wasn’t exactly what you’d call Inosuke, but possessive? When that switch was flipped he became full of jealousy. “Maybe Y/n-chan spent the night wrapped in his huge arms, I’m sure she’d like that for her birthday” Zenistu taunted Inosuke as he put up decorations. “Shut it, Achoo!” Inosuke pelted a rock, hitting the poor boy square in the forehead. “That's not even close to my name” Zenitsu cried, rubbing the sore spot on his face that was sure to swell.

Truthfully Inosuke didn’t know how to handle your birthday; he’s never celebrated one of his own so he was super misinformed on the whole situation. Tanjiro had to explain it to him and still he didn’t know what gift to get you or how to act.

Night had already fallen when you returned home, you stood outside thanking the Hashira, still unaware of the party waiting inside, “Thank you Uzui-san for asking me to come with you, I learned a lot”. Uzui grinned while picking you up high off the ground in a bone crushing hug, “Don’t worry about it Y/n! Your a dear to have around, I’d have to ask you to come along again soon” “I’d be more than welcome to it”

Inosuke, who had refused to go inside with the others for your ‘protection’, jumped at the familiar sound of your voice-- he’d never say it aloud but he missed you. He froze when he spotted you being held by Uzui, fury bubbling up from his stomach. He marched over with his fist clenched, “Oi!” he shouted. You didn’t even notice Inosuke’s hostility as you detach yourself from the big man, jumping straight into Inosuke. Uzui held a knowing smirk, “Don’t worry little piggy, I return her safe and sound” Inosuke narrowed his eyes as he held you to his side. Uzui turned to leave waving his hand as a farewell, “Happy Birthday Y/n!” “Thanks?” you never mentioned it was your birthday.

“Come on Inosuke, let's go inside!” you pulled the stubborn boy along, throwing the door open only to be met with a rowdy group yelling “Surprise!”

The party was phenomenal, the room was filled with so much joy and laugher, something you all desperately needed. Your smile refused to fall from your cheeks, even as you lay in bed “Today was really great” you reminisced, talking to the back that was facing away from you. Inosuke couldn’t shake the image of you with Uzui, damn Zenitsu for opening his stupid mouth. Inosuke turned to face you finally, your eyes drooping from sleep already. Inosuke made a rash decision as he stared at your adorable face, gathering you in his bare arms. “Oh!” you yelped in surprise, Inosuke wasn’t really one to initiate cuddles but you weren’t complaining.

“You’re really comfortable” you breathed into his chest, his natural scent filling your senses. “My arms are a hell of a lot better than those giants” you paused, finally understanding what was going on. “Uzui is a great friend and mentor, but I don’t love anyone more than you. I never could” Inosuke clung onto every whisper of a word, holding you tighter as the seconds passed. You sat up and placed a small peck on the tip on his nose, scooching right back into his warm hold. “Good night Inosuke” you cooed, closing your eyes.

“Happy birthday Y/n”

Shinobu: (Ugh she needs more love)

Believe it or not, Shinobu was big on birthdays, especially yours. She remembers how she loved to celebrate with her sister and the other girls at the Estate, so she wanted the day to go as smoothly as possible. She planned a wonderful picnic in the garden and had even prepared the food for the special occasion.

“I’m ready!” you called gleefully, showing off your gorgeous new lavender sundress Shinobu had gifted you. “I knew purple was your color” Shinobu complimented, admiring the way the dress showed off your curves. “Let’s get going, I’d hate for the day to be a waste. I cleared my schedule just for you, you know” She teased, her hand caressing your flushed cheeks--Oh how she loved that look.

You walked hand in hand, Shinobu carrying the basket of goods while you excitedly rambled on about whatever came to mind. You two barely made it past the Estate gates when a group of medics holding stretchers of wounded soldiers came rushing toward you. Your smile faded as Shinobu’s hand left yours, already giving order to the medics, following them inside. “Shinobu?” you called quietly, “They need my help but I promise this won't be long” she smiled apologetically.

It couldn’t be helped; they needed her more than your silly lunch date did, but who had you forsaken that it had to happen on your birthday of all days. Shoulders slouched, you carried the abandoned basket off the ground, “I’ll just wait in her office, she promised” you wishfully thought.

You bitterly stabbed the fruit in your bowl, the fruit that was meant for your date, and shoved into your mouth. The sun was beginning to set and you still hadn't seen your girlfriend, you’d passed the time by eating the snacks one by one; alone. The commotion of working medics hasn't ceased for hours and slowly you’d lost complete hope of a more exciting day. Your back was beginning to ach from the stiff chair, yet you still waited patiently. Shinobu’s office was filled with piles of paper and books, so there was nothing left to do but stare out the window and eat.

The sound of the door sliding open pulled you from your thoughts, “Awww you didn’t leave me any food?” Shinobu greeted jokingly, sensing your frustration a mile away. You stabbed another piece of fruit, aggressively eating away at the sweet food. “I know you're upset, but I really didn’t mean for this to happen” she defended, feeling miserable about the whole ordeal. You softened, it really wasn’t Shinobu’s fault. “Sorry” you mumbled, staring at the roof. You didn’t bother looking down at the sound of her feet shuffling towards you.

You weren’t expecting to feel Shinobu’s full weight on your lap as she straddled your hips, her hand grasping your chin, pulling you down to face her. “I’m sorry I ruined your birthday, Beautiful,” she soothed, one hand combing through you hair while the other played with your bottom lip, “Please let me make it up to you” her sultry voice rung through your ears, her pink lips making their way across your jawline and down to that spot Shinobu lives to exploit. “Mmmmm” you whined loudly as she started sucking and lapping, working the tender skin till a reddish bruise formed.

The hand embedded in your hair pulled slightly, making sure to run her long nails against your scalp at each tug, eliciting another loud moan from your parted lips. “Shhhh Beautiful, if you're too loud I’ll make you wait till we get to the room later. I can only be so giving”. You knew better than that-then to believe that this would end once you two walked out of those office doors. As if reading your thoughts, Shinobu slid herself down your thighs and onto the floor, never ceasing to make eye contact, “I’ll work you for all you’ve got while we’re here” you bit your lip impatiently as you watched her pull your legs apart by your knees.

Shinobu definitely kept this promise, and gifted you with even more once you two made it the room.

Masterlist

Shinobu may have been a tad OOC but idc, she deserves all the love she wants and I’m willing to give it to her. I hope you all enjoyed it, thank you and stay safe~Amanda

7. 💋The Kiss - April 3rd

A/N: Here it is! The last installment…. *sheds a tear* No, I had fun and I’m happy I did this! And for all the lovely comments and attention it’s received; I write for myself but it gives me so much joy to see others engaging with my stuff. I’m glad that everyone has liked it. Alright, now onto the party!!!

Warning: some angst, then some kissy kissy kissin, and the usual amount of swearing

There was a fuck ton of food barbecued to perfection, as well as platters of other appetizers and snacks. There were coolers and a bar and a keg already half drained of beer. There was a large, chocolatey cake covered in strawberries, and big plates of cupcakes too. Food, dancing, decorations, presents, good music, friends and family.

Which is good cause Sam had purchased half of it and specifically asked for the other.

He looked around and grinned widely. He had eaten a delicious meal (or three), drank tons of alcohol, cut his favorite kind of cake (that actually got baked to his specifications thank god), and received two whole tables of shiny presents. Sam was having a great fucking time!

He sipped on whatever cocktail it was that Ronnie had handed him and stepped around three of his little cousins playing a card game on the floor. They grinned up at him and he smiled back, plucking a carrot stick from a plate and running away when Janey shrieked at him. 

“Come back here you thief!”

“Nuh uh! It’s my birthday, Janey-poo. I can do what I want!” Sam yelled back at the little girl, who stuck her tongue out at him.

Right as he was about to get away scot free with his stolen loot, Sam bumped into a solid chest that immediately pressed against him. 

“Is that so, hmm?” 

A tequila-scented breath tickled the hair around his ear and Sam shivered. The voice, however, made him feel warm and sated, like he had just made love on a perfectly tempered Hawaiian beach. Two strong arms came around his torso and grabbed onto him, turning Sam around to face the owner of the voice. 

Danny.

“Are you causing trouble?” 

Sam blushed and automatically steadied himself with a hand on Danny’s shoulder. He was really warm and swayed into Sam’s touch -- apparently they were both quite tipsy already.

“Nah, I’m not. What’s up, doc? Want a carrot?”

Danny raised his eyebrow at Sam and eyed the vegetable in his hand suspiciously. He leaned forward and nuzzled his nose into the hair at his temples and Sam stiffened, surprised. What was Danny doing? Not that he didn’t like it - and not that they weren’t occasionally very close, especially when high - but this wasn’t exactly normal. 

“You should give that back to Jane,” Danny whispered into his ear, and Sam could feel a hint of tongue on the rigid cartilage. 

Sam gasped and clutched Danny tighter, turning his head so that he could have better access. Danny was licking the shell of his ear, humming low from his throat while he did it. His hands clutched tightly at Sam’s waist, and Sam was like twenty degrees past his boiling point by now. This was amazing.

“Fuck, Sammy, I hav-”

“I really don’t want it anymore.”

Wait, what?

Danny pulled away from him so swiftly that Sam could barely comprehend it. One moment he had been enjoying a surprising but completely welcome.... well, something (was an ear job a thing? Cause that was sexual as fuck) then Danny was standing back and blushing like he just realized what he had been doing. 

Sam blinked the fog from his head and glanced around -- who had said that? Why was Danny acting like this, and why had he stopped?

Janey was looking up at them with the type of sassy, knowing expression that only a nine-year-old girl and Josh could pull off. She smirked - and it was really unsettling to see a child, much less his sweet little cousin, do that - and then tapped Sam on the back. 

“Um. Yes?”

She looked at him like he was stupid, and Sam kind of felt like it. What had she seen? Was she going to tell his mom like he was the little kid being naughty when Danny had been doing -- what would he have done if they continued? 

Danny was still holding him in his arms, but he was silent and Sam could practically feel the regret washing off of him. He started to panic as scenes of distant, awkward interactions for the rest of their lives played out before him.

Janey was still standing there, now tapping her foot with crossed arms. Sam’s other two cousins had wandered over at some point and were standing behind her, looking up at him and Danny with indecipherable expressions -- but Janey was clearly the leader. 

“Uh, Janey? Do you need something?” Danny asked, and he looked extremely uncomfortable; big eyes pleading with her for mercy, which Sam found extremely worrying.

She rolled her eyes and flipped a wrist. “You’re blocking the food table. AND Sam stole my carrot. I’m hungry.”

“Oh, right- uhh, sorry.”

Sam moved aside and pulled Danny with him, watched the three children file by and fill their plates with all sorts of sugar he knew they weren’t supposed to have. He couldn’t actually feel it, but he knew his face was flushing red from embarrassment and confusion. 

Danny cleared his throat next to him and Sam glanced over. He realized that he was still gripping his best friend tightly by the shoulder and he let go, patting him awkwardly on the arm before ceasing all contact. They parted ways with a weird combination of soft, familiar smiles and avoided eye contact then Sam was left standing in the corner with a cocktail glass in one hand and the fucking carrot in the other.

God. What was happening? 

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Sam sat at a folding table and picked at his third slice of cake. Josh was next to him, talking about… something, maybe- probably films, and Sam was easily ignoring him like he usually did. GAG was done so there was no need to respond to the quips and questions geared to start a debate. 

Josh slowly trailed off and Sam looked up at the silence after a minute, curious. He found his brother staring right back at him with a very constipated expression -- Sam had the brief thought that Josh was trying to work through all that cheesy-bread he’d eaten and maybe he could, like, not do that at the table? Please? But then Josh spoke and things started clicking into a place oft visited in the past few days.

“You’re upset about something. Danny. What happened?”

Oh lord not again. Sam was glad for the support-slash-teasing, but he was just so done answering all the questions the twins kept firing at him. He didn’t know what was happening, okay?! Danny had never shown any interest in him, or any other men for that matter, and that weird little thing earlier was probably just because of the alcohol. Danny didn’t love him back. They had to stop trying to convince him otherwise. 

Sam told Josh exactly that, with much conviction, and it was a very bittersweet feeling to watch the emotion slideshow his face went through. Patience, confusion, exasperation, confusion again, anger, curiosity. He was like a carousel of carnival masks. 

“You’re such an idiot.”

And now Jake was here. Yay.

His second-oldest brother continued. “A gay, oblivious, completely and utterly stupid idiot. So is Danny, but-”

“No more buts! I am finished with this conversation, and I want you to leave me alone tonight. I’m trying to have a good time here.”

“Cause that’s going well,” Josh snorted and Sam glared at him.

Couldn’t they just let him wallow in his murky confusion?! What was that saying -- it’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to? Well, Sam wasn’t going to cry in front of his guests, but he could feel it building behind his eyes and he knew that the waterworks would be coming that night when he was finally alone. 

And suddenly, Sam was angry at Danny, too. How dare he? He had to know how Sam felt, and he had teased him like that. Held him close, whispered in his ear, licked him -- and then broke away like he was ashamed and shocked to even be near Sam. 

He was actually going to cry now. It was coming, and Sam was leaving with a flurry of long, skinny legs, cries behind him of “Wait, Sammy! Your surprise! You can’t leave!” 

But he could, and he was going to. 

There was a large oak tree that he used to climb when he was a kid and needed to get away from everything. Sam ran to it now, pulling himself up on memory-imprinted knotholes while his vision clouded with salty tears. The tree was his and Danny’s favorite spot when they were younger -- after they had finished their snacks and homework, both boys would race each other to the top and look out at the land before them. 

It sort of hurt, to be in this spot where good memories with his best friend hung from every branch like ornaments, but it was also comforting. 

Sam let himself be hugged into the wooden arms of the oak as he silently cried, surrounded by thoughts of love and realities of desolation. He was a mess. His eyes stung and his head was tipsy from all the drinks and he’d eaten too much food and he just wanted to go home now and he couldn’t fucking stop crying, dammnit.

How had this happened? It had hurt, but Sam had been fine with just being friends; laughing close and longing from afar. Now he was confused and in pain. How could he go on with this one taste of what could have been? 

He thought of all that had happened this week. All the preparations, the anticipation, his cycling feelings of hope and sadness. He was so tired. 

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Sam woke up in a fucking tree. What the hell? How did he get up here? Why was he up here? How on Earth did he not fall out while he had, apparently, been asleep?

He carefully steadied himself against the trunk with one hand and rubbed his eyes with the other. What day - well, night now, actually - was it? Why did his head hurt so much?

There was a shuffling below him, and Sam looked down to see Danny staring up at him with his big, sad puppy dog eyes. 

That was good. Even if he was in a tree and he didn’t know where the tree was or what day it was, Sam could count on Danny to be there for him. As in, supporting him by the hips while he shakily climbed down.

“I’m so sorry, Sammy. I just got so excited that I kind of forgot to give you your present first and Josh said that you wouldn’t mind but you clearly do, and-”

Danny stopped talking - babbling really, since he was clearly nervous - when he realized the utter confusion on Sam’s face. 

Sam was very confused indeed. What the hell was Danny talking about? He was getting some half-baked memories back from his brain that told him something had recently gone down. Something big. But he was having trouble piecing it all together and the very apprehensive looks from his best friend weren’t really making him eager to remember. 

“Oh my god, did I confess to you?”

The thought suddenly flew into his brain and out of his mouth in a woosh of air that felt a lot like horror movie chills. Oh god, what had he done?

“What? No, Sammy, I- or, I was going to… Wait, did you hit your head? You’re acting really weird. Do you not remember?”

Maybe he had. Sam sat down against the tree trunk, pulling a concerned Danny with him, and forced a thought process.

Where was he? At the base of his favorite oak tree on the edge of their property. What day was it? It was his birthday, actually, or maybe very early the morning after. Who was he with? Danny - which seemed obvious - but Sam was starting to worry that he did actually hit his head; it usually didn’t take this long for his brain to get back online after a nap. 

Why had he been in the tree, and what was Danny apologizing for? Now that was the ticket question. 

Oh. 

Oh.

FUCK.

This was not an ideal situation. He had been having a good time at his party, then Danny had gone and metaphorically hung him by his ankles, probably not on purpose, THEN Sam had moped about and stormed off - like a toddler - when the twins tried to help him figure it out. And then he took a nap in a tree. And now Danny was holding him and probably feeling really bad about what happened because he looked like he was about to cry way more than Sam had earlier. 

“Fucking hell.”

“Um, yeah,” Danny agreed with a small, nervous laugh. 

Sam looked at him and sighed, then rested his head on Danny’s shoulder. Why had he been mad at him? Danny was clearly drunk and had no clue about his crush -- he refused to believe he was as obvious as the twins insisted. He was just worried about why Sam was sleeping in a tree when he should have been enjoying his twenty-first birthday, and this had nothing to do with what had happened. Duh.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. I just needed some time alone, and I guess I fell asleep. Is the party still going?” Sam asked, trying to smile and put on a fresh face.

Danny still looked hesitant.

“It is, but a lot of people left too. It’s late, dude. Midnight. You sure you’re okay? Josh said that you were really upset, and I-”

Sam laid his hand over Danny’s and he stopped talking again, looking up at him. 

He was so goddamn beautiful, and Sam was totally getting lost in his eyes like a cheesy romance novel. So gorgeous. All swirling hazel and green with little flecks of brown and reflections of distant party lights. 

Danny blushed high on his cheekbones and stared right back at Sam. He moved in closer and cupped his face in his hand. 

Sam barely even noticed it; he was too busy watching the pretty face before him that was slowly moving closer-

Oh. Holy. Shit!

Danny was kissing him. Danny was kissing him. Danny was kissing him. DANNY WAS KISSING HIM?!

Sam squealed - and he didn’t even care - and kissed back. His enthusiasm seemed to push Danny back a bit in surprise, but Sam’s mouth followed. He didn’t care if he was making noises like a guinea pig, or if his ass was cold and wet from the night dew-covered grass, or even if this was some weird concussion dream. Danny was kissing him!

Their tongues met and Sam melted even more into the warm, solid body next to him. His hands reached for Danny’s hair and one of his knees swung onto his best friend’s lap as big hands clutched at his cheeks.

It was everything he had thought it would be and so much more.

Danny pulled his mouth away after a minute and rested their foreheads against each other, panting. He gave one more quick peck and then pulled back to look at Sam with shiny, love filled eyes. 

“Happy birthday,” he whispered. “I’ve loved you for- forever, it feels like, and I think that you love me, too. I couldn’t stand it anymore so I, I guess I decided that I was going to give myself as a present this year, and hopefully it would work out well.”

Sam was floored, and also very happy. He was going to be suspicious that this was a joke, but then he abandoned it -- Danny would never. He was completely incapable of doing something so cruel and dishonest as to pretend, and Sam honestly felt really bad about getting mad at him earlier. 

He smiled, big, and hung his arms around Danny’s neck. 

“Thank you. This is, like, the best present ever. You know I’ve been thinking about this for years?”

Danny’s eyes crinkled and he kissed Sam again, sweet little pecks all over his lips and chin. 

“I kind of thought so. I’m really happy this worked- Oh! I do actually have another present for you.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Uh, here,” Danny mumbled as he thrust a hand into his pocket and fumbled around.

His hand came back and suddenly there was glitter everywhere. Sam was getting flashbacks to a few days ago in the Wagner’s dining room and he giggled. 

“I got you a bracelet, and I added some, uh, pizzazz, to the gift presentation. I hope you don’t mind. My thinking was that, even if you didn’t like my other gift, I could still get you something kind of cool. If you did, though….” He trailed off, gently clasping the jewelry around Sam’s thin wrist. “I want to use it to ask you to be mine.”

Sam was probably going to cry again. He nodded and kissed Danny desperately to fight off the tears, then pulled back to inspect his new bracelet. It was made of small, carved, silver disks that glittered with inlaid gems. Blue and white diamonds, Sam realized; white and blue, the color of their birthstones, and diamond was also the material of Sam’s. Each gem was ringed with a small strip of gold to fold it in place, and the entire bracelet was surprisingly thin and discreet -- not some gaudy, overly-flashy piece of costume jewelry. It wasn’t too small to appreciate the details, though, and the metal already felt warm and lightweight on his wrist; it was absolutely perfect.

“It’s beautiful, thank you. And I love you, too.”

“Good! I’m glad that you like it and that this wasn’t a horrible idea.”

Sam shook his head vehemently. He stood up with help from his new boyfriend (holy shit) and they walked hand in hand back towards the party.

Josh and their mom were getting down on the dance floor to Tom Petty and Sam laughed. The sound drew the attention of Jake; at first he looked apprehensive, but when he saw their linked hands, he grinned widely.

Jake walked over to them, snagging three beers on the way. He opened them and handed one to each, eyeing Sam’s new jewelry with a knowing eye. 

“Happy birthday, man.”

“Yeah, happy birthday, baby,” Danny agreed, pulling Sam into him and kissing his temple. 

Sam beamed. Happy fucking birthday to him!

Years Wiser

Years Wiser Fandom: My Hero Academia Pairing: Toshinko Summary: Midoriya Inko and Yagi Toshinori may be grown adults with grown adult problems and grown adult lives, but that doesn’t mean they handle all of it like that. Age is most relative, after all. Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more.

Midoriya Inko felt silly. Incredibly silly. Why was she sneaking about like some kind of hooligan? After all, what did she have to be timid or shy about? It wasn’t like she was doing anything wrong! No, not at all! She was just your average woman out doing average things and-! She flinched and darted around a corner when she heard an incredibly familiar laugh coming from the other side of the column she was ducked behind. “When you say it like that, Todoroki-Kun, you make it sound like I’m careless!” Izuku’s voice was light and filled with mirth, causing her to peer around the corner at him, staying just out of his line of sight.

Todoroki-Kun and Iida-Kun were walking to his left while Uraraka-Chan and Asui-Chan were walking to his right, if her memory served right. Iida-Kun made some kind of grand, exaggerated hand gesture. “While his wording may seem blunt, it is also incredibly accurate!”

“Especially since that’s exactly what I meant,”

“W-What? But that’s so mean to say! I’m not careless!”

“You act carelessly because you care so much, kero,” Asui-Chan chimed in quietly, poking the corner of her own mouth thoughtfully.

Izuku let out a small, distressed noise in response and a fond smile stretched across her face. It filled her with warmth to see her precious baby finding his way in life and finding new friends to help support and encourage him. She knew that it had been hard for him when he’d been thought to be quirkless, how he’d been bullied and had only a few scarce friends he could rely on. But as he adapted to his powers and grew, it was clear he was leaving the past behind him. It was enough to make her lower lip tremble and her eyes mist up! But, she reminded herself, that part of this was only thanks to the man she was actually here to see. She peered to make sure Izuku was distracted by his friends again, their voices starting to taper off, before turning and continuing on her path.

Behind her, she didn’t notice the large brown eyes watching her curiously. “Huh,” Uraraka mumbled to herself, tilting her head.

“Hm? What is it Ochako-Chan, kero?” Tsu asked politely.

“Oh! Sorry, I thought I saw Midoriya-San for a second!”

“Huh? Mom? What would she be doing here?” he mumbled quietly, turning around to peer over his shoulder. Thankfully enough, Inko had already disappeared around the corner out of sight.

Elsewhere, Inko floundered her way through trying to navigate the UA campus. She’d only visited a handful of times both since and following the construction of the dorms. She encountered a polite enough young man with purple hair who was able to direct her to the faculty office, making sure to thank him several times and bow for good measure. She adjusted her grip on the circular holder in her arms and adjusted the strap of her purse, reaching inside to make sure that the little gift box tucked inside wasn’t visible. Her cheeks immediately flooded with color as she recalled what she was doing here and Mitsuki’s remarks that morning.

Midoriya Inko had never had any real interest in Pro Heroes before. She appreciated the work they did, but that all changed when Izuku was accepted to UA. Suddenly, she was being dragged into the very real life of a Hero relative. It had been horrifying and heartbreaking and difficult at first. She remembered having so many panic attacks fretting over her beloved son - her only baby - being constantly placed in life or death scenarios and constantly breaking himself. She had been torn for so long over it all, over voicing her concerns. She wanted to do better for Izuku, to support and encourage him the way she hadn’t when he needed her before, but there was still the instinct in her to protect him. He was her whole world, her pride and joy, her moon and stars. She didn’t want to take his dreams from him again, not when they were so close. She had cowered and then she had lashed out in anger and then she came to acceptance. It was a roller coaster to say the least.

And from that all, she came to meet All Might, the Pro that had started it all for her son. And, much more importantly, she met Yagi Toshinori.

The man was an anomaly when she met him. She was used to seeing the large, muscle-bound form of him on television and the posters decorating her son’s walls. But when he appeared he was broken and bandaged, seeming like a wisp of the man so revered. She expected him to be haughty and confident and assert with her refusal to let her son continue on. She had expected a fight to break out. But, he had left her startled when he instead acknowledged his fault, bowed his whole form to her floor, pleaded with her to allow Izuku back into his tutelage and vowed to give his life for the boy. In that moment, she saw the first glimpse of who he was outside of the mask he wore, saw what lurked inside him deep down.

And she had been unable to reject that. Her whole life she had been vulnerable and breakable. How could she tear this man down further at his lowest point?

And at first, that was all there was to it. She had allowed her baby bird to leave the nest they’d made and take flight. It had been hard, being alone in the apartment most of the time. She had some part time work to do at a nearby library but that only filled the void up so much. The first call came in one late Thursday evening, as she was figuring out what to make herself for dinner, from a number she didn’t recognize. She chanced answering it, a brief part of her wondering if it was her ex-husband calling to check on things. Maybe he had caught wind of their son’s newfound abilities from all the way across the ocean and wanted to try and revive that relationship, she didn’t know. “Hello?”

“Ah, hello, Midoriya-San. I hope I’m not calling at an inconvenient time,” Yagi Toshinori said, his tone even albeit a bit awkward.

Red alarms went off in her mind. “What has happened? Is my Izuku okay? Did he hurt himself with his Quirk again?”

“N-No, no! Young Midoriya is doing just fine!” he answered her just as frantically. She released a small whimper of relief as she let her body sag into one of the kitchen chairs. “I’m so sorry, I should have thought this through better. I just… I wanted to call and offer to give you weekly updates on his progress.”

She blinked before feeling a small smile turn up on her lips. “I’d like that. Thank you, All Might,”

“Oh, no need to call me by that name! Just Yagi will be fine, going forward,” he said with a relieved chuckle.

And so began the weekly calls between them. At first they stayed to the topic of Izuku and his progress; how he was adapting to his Quirk, how his control was improving, how his grades were looking for his classes and the like. For a good few months that was all it was, until Izuku’s progress was steady enough that her worries were mostly abated and slowly new topics started to slip into the conversation. They learned of a shared adoration for silly competition shows centered around cooking, baking and other such things. Yagi confessed that, despite not being a particularly skilled cook himself, he always liked observing the process and feedback that was offered. She then invited him over one night for dinner and a season finale of something, and a new tradition started up. They’d try to get together once every week or two and watch the latest episodes of this or that together.

It was all very simple and domestic and something she had missed dearly. She had missed having someone around her own age to converse with and watch shows with. She had missed sitting on the patio with a cup of warm tea, sprinkling an amicable silence with silly anecdotes from either of their times. She had missed all of it so very much and was so grateful to have befriended Yagi Toshinori. So, when she realized that his birthday - known because of Izuku - she had decided to get him a little something to show her gratitude. She had gone out and looked for a nice blend of orchid oolong tea to gift him, as well as taking the time to bake him a dark pearl chiffon cake. She had noticed that he tended to prefer his desserts with a bit of bite and tartness to them.

Bakugo Mitsuki had been over for lunch while she’d been working on the cake earlier that day, humming to herself as she skittered to and fro in her tiny kitchen, pouring the batter into the tin carefully. The blonde woman had a knowing grin on her lips as she watched her, leaning her cheek into the palm of her hand and leaning heavily on it. “It’s been a while since you’ve done some baking. Who is it for?” she asked conversationally, though there was a certain underlying tone in her voice.

Inko would have noticed it if she’d been giving her all her attention. “For a friend’s birthday today. I went and picked up a lovely tea to pair with it, too,” she said giddily, leaning over to carefully slide the tin into the oven.

“Ah, that tall blonde man, yeah? Seemed kinda familiar,” she mumbled before pushing up and heading in as well. She plucked the up the drained mixing bowl and spoon from the counter. “Anyway, I’m impressed and proud, Inko! It’s about damn time you got back in the game!”

“Back in the…? What do you mean?” she asked innocently.

The other raised an eyebrow while swirling the spoon in the bowl to get a good amount of excess batter on it. “You’re making this for your boyfriend, yeah?”

The green haired woman let out a loud squeal, the noise akin to an overheated tea kettle, while her face turned dark red. “W-What! N-N-No! Y-YYa-Yagi-K-Kun and I aren’t-!” She cut herself off to hide her face with her hands.

“Yagi-Kun…? Oh! All Might!” she hummed, lifting the spoon up and licking some batter from it. She let out a contented little sigh at the flavor. “Ah, amazing as usual, Inko. I have to say, the man has good taste; in desserts and in women.”

“M-M-Mit-Mitsuki! It isn’t like that!”

Ruby red eyes blinked slowly as they watched her. “But you want it to be, right? And so does he, if those looks he casts your way are anything to go by,” she said, waving the spoon about as she spoke, dripping a little bit of batter on to her arm.

Inko whimpered and slumped against the counter, her mind whirling. Had Yagi-Kun been looking at her like that? No, no! There was absolutely no way! Even if he wasn’t still working or able to appear as the man the public adored, this was still the All Might they were talking about! He was so well known and well loved he could have anyone he wanted! And even without the muscle, he had so many endearing qualities about him! He was kind but also bashful and overly polite, which was charming in its own way! And then there was that smile of his that, even now, still had this warmth to it that was comforting! And his eyes were such a lovely shade of blue, like a cloudless sky in early spring! He wouldn’t have to settle for someone like her; someone who was plump and anxious and meek and was raising her son all alone and-!

Her thoughts were cut off when a brief flash of pain flared up from the back of her head, making her yelp.

“I know what you were doing in that little head of yours, sweetheart, and you’re gonna stop it,” Mitsuki snorted, picking the abandoned spoon back up. She took another lick at it before pointing it at Inko. “You and Hi-Shithead haven’t been a thing for over seven years. The guy comes and visits you frequently. You two have similar hobbies and interests. He looks after your son better than that deadbeat ass that knocked you up. And you’re an absolute darling, Inko. You’re compassionate and affectionate and thoughtful. Any man would be lucky to have you on his arm; Pro Hero or not. So, what are you stalling for?” she prompted evenly.

She hadn’t known how to answer that. And, even now, with her heart hammering so hard it was rattling her body, she wasn’t sure. Perhaps it really was the fear of rejection, of being told she wasn’t good enough? That she wasn’t worth the time to invest? And what if he didn’t reciprocate? What if it ruined everything they already had, and she lost one of the few friends she had? That was a terrifying thought in and of itself.

Yagi-Kun and the time they spent together meant so much to her. She didn’t want to ruin that over what was most likely a crush.

“Excuse me,” An annoyed, deep voice barked at her, causing her to shriek and throw her arms up. She barely managed to use her Quirk to call the cake back to herself before it fell to the ground, taking a deep breath as she meekly peered over her shoulder at the form addressing her. Their appearance was dark and shaggy, as if they either didn’t have the time to put themselves together better or didn’t care enough to. She was inclined to think it was the former, though. He looked her up and down once before letting out a small hum. “You must be related to the problem child.”

She plastered on a tight smile at that, already certain she knew what he meant. “Midoriya Inko, it’s a pleasure to meet you. And thank you for taking care of my Izuku,” she said as she bowed.

He stared at her before turning to reach for a nearby door. “The student dorms are on the other side of the campus, but he may be doing some training with his friends. The grounds are-!”

“U-Um, actually!” she squeaked out, wilting a bit at how he stared at her for interrupting him. She adjusted the carrier in her hand again. “I wasn’t here for-! T-That is to say, um… I’m actually looking for All Might!” she managed to choke out, her eyes skirting about the tiled floor like mad.

“All Might?” he repeated. She nodded without lifting her head. He threw the door he’d been reaching for open and stepped inside. “All Might! There’s something going on with the problem child again!”

There was a clatter inside. “W-What? Is Young Midoriya okay? Is he in the infirmary? Or is he with Principal Nezu?” Yagi-s familiar voice asked frantically, perking Inko up and making her giggle a bit. She couldn’t blame him for the reaction.

She carefully stepped a bit closer, standing in the doorway and meekly waving at him. He was standing at his desk, hands on the surface as he looked ready to take off running. There were a few other teachers gathered in the area, reassuring her that she was at the faculty office like she’d wanted, but she could tell that even the ones that weren’t looking at them were paying attention. “Hello,” she said meekly.

“Midoriya-San? It’s good to see you, but what are you doing here?” he asked worriedly, carefully stepping around his desk and walking over to meet her.

She held the carrier up, taking a small breath to relax herself some and knowing that it would do nothing. “I, um… W-Well, today is your birthday and… I thought… I wanted to give you something! But I wasn’t really sure what kind of things you may want or need, so I thought that I could bake you something. It’s a cake! Oh, but that may have been obvious! A-And I did get a small something to go with that, too!” she rambled, reaching into her purse to hold out the little gift box where the tea tin rested.

She cautioned a glance up at him and was stunned to see his own cheeks tinted pink, one hand rubbing at the back of his neck shyly. But, a shy and genuine smile was turning up on his lips. “You’re incredible,” he breathed, the blush going darker.

She giggled and averted her gaze. “It’s nothing. Just… Just a thank you, for being you,” she said, holding his eye as she spoke.

His blue eyes widened, filling with an emotion she couldn’t place, before his smile brightened even more. “Would you like to come in for a while? I’ll start some water for the tea and we can have the cake together,” he suggested, offering one of his hands to her while ushering her inside with the other.

She nodded. “I’d like that very much, Yagi-Kun,”

Three Soldiers and a Baby | Epilogue

summary: Three handsome bachelors find their day to day operations disrupted when an unexpected new roommate (who comes complete with a diaper and a pacifier) shows up at their doorstep. How will they deal with this new and baffling responsibility without losing their minds or killing each other in the process?

pairings: Bucky x Reader featuring Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

warnings: all the fluff!

a/n: Here we have it! The epilogue to the series so it’s the official final post! I hope you’ve all enjoyed the journey of this series and like the way I wrapped things up. I love this series and it will always have a special place in my heart, but it is time for it to come to an end. Trust me, if I could, I would continue writing this forever, but its just not possible right now. I do have something up my sleeves, though, so read till the end to find out!

*warning to mobile users, the “keep reading” tab may not work so apologies in advance*

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| previously |

“I can retire.” Bucky said as if it was the easiest choice in the world. “The world has enough superheroes now. What’s one less?”

“Bucky, I can’t ask you to do that.” You tried reasoning with him. Even looking over to Steve and Sam, but they both just smiled.

“You’re not asking me, babe. I’m saying it.” Bucky cradled your face in his hands, pulling your lips to his and finally kissing you with all the passion he could find. You felt your knees give way and Bucky wrapped his arm behind your back to keep you from falling. He pulled you up, breaking away for air and resting his forehead against yours. Your heaving breaths mingled together and you finally felt that bliss you had once known come back into your heart. “The most important thing in my life is making sure that little girl is safe and taken care of. And you. I need you both in my life more than anything. Please. Please stay.”

You smiled as more irritating, yet happy, tears scrolled down your cheeks. Relishing in the feel of Bucky’s soft lips kissing the trails away. “Of course, we’ll stay.”

Over the next few months, you and Bucky had made the move from his apartment with the boys to somewhere out in the country. Just like Pepper and Tony had done for their family. The cabin was small, but spacious enough for the three of you to grow and build upon. Bucky enjoyed being able to go out into the woods and cut lumber for warmth and you enjoyed watching him do it. Meanwhile, Ellie enjoyed taking her first swim in a nearby clean water lake.

The Avengers had announced to the world that the Winter Soldier would be retiring from his role on the team, but nothing more was mentioned. Like Bucky had promised, he was there for you and your daughter every step of the way. Ellie’s teeth were still sprouting and she was getting more talkative with each passing day. When she finally said her first word, he was even there to record it and send it to everyone he knew. It was Bear. At first neither of you knew from where it came from, but when Ellie cuddled into her favorite Bucky Bear, you both smiled proudly. The next logical thing to do, as far as you were concerned, was to adopt a dog and name him Bear, so you did. He was a retriever mix puppy Steve had found for them with a dark long coat that had instantly became Ellie’s new best friend. Second to Morgan, of course, who loved that she wasn’t the only little girl in the family anymore. She finally had someone to play with. 

Ellie’s second word was Daddy. It wasn’t exactly surprising since Bucky had been drilling it into her head for months while he was trying to teach her how to speak. You didn’t mind that “Mommy” was her third word since it gave Bucky so much joy and awe watching her grow and learn. Bucky was there for her when she started walking. Amazed to witness her first tiny steps without falling on her bum and giggling wildly when her father picked her up and swung her in the air. After that life got a little more chaotic just trying to keep up with the boisterous little girl who took much after her father. 

It was Ellie’s first birthday and Bucky was the one who suggested having a large party for her. After all, it was only her first birthday once and that’s a big milestone. You had a feeling Bucky would be saying that for her birthday every year. He doted on her more than ever, not in the materialistic ‘buying her everything’ sense, but in the ‘I need to spend every waking moment making sure my baby girl is happy’ kind of sense. She was, of course.

The guests would be arriving soon so while Steve and Sam helped to set up the decorations, you and Bucky tasked yourselves with making Ellie’s birthday cake. You baked it while Bucky spent most of his time grabbing your ass and frisking you any chance he got. When you were done, Bucky was the one who volunteered to decorate it and once he told you his plan for the cake, it was all you could do from jumping the man’s bones and having your way with him right there in the kitchen. 

When everyone was finally there, the festivities began in full force. 

“Hey Barnes, you forget how to spell or were you just being lazy?” Sam had his arm wrapped around his girlfriend’s shoulder. He had introduced her to everyone a few weeks ago and even Bucky was happy for his crazy friend. 

“Why would you say that?” Bucky inspected his cake decorating skills which he thought helped create a masterpiece.

“Why does it just say, “Happy Birthday L.E.” Even Steve was curious about Bucky’s reasoning behind that one.

“Well, the way I figure, her name is Ellie which sounds like the two letters L and E so I figured it was perfect.” Bucky looked to you smiling in his arms as you rested Ellie on your other hip. Then he reached for his daughter and gave her a kiss on the forehead before saying proudly, “She’s my L.E. My Limited Edition.”

He had told you that earlier and you couldn’t help but swoon at the man’s dorkiness. It was absolutely too cute. 

“Did you just make your first dad joke, Buck?” Steve felt his heart warm at the picture perfect scene the three of you created. “I love it, man.”

Sam chortled, shaking his head from side to side. “I am both disgusted and somewhat amused.”

Ellie giggled for no apparent reason other than being happy that she was between her mother and father who loved her so much. Bucked beamed at her. “At least she thinks I’m funny.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. She probably just messed her diaper.” 

“Nope. She’s perfect.” Bucky Barnes had finally found peace.

Months later, Ellie was still growing like a sprout and yours and Bucky’s relationship continue did the same. One night, the three of you decided to have a nice relaxing moment outside on your porch swing as the sun set. Wanting nothing more than to enjoy these moments together and be grateful for the family you two had created. Bucky often professed his love to you during these times and it always made your stomach fill with butterflies when he would look at you after saying those words. It was the words he said next that made your heart drop into your stomach.

“Will you marry me?”

Tears of overwhelming joy poured down your cheeks, but Bucky was there to catch them with the pad of his thumb and kiss them away. Ellie was asleep in your arms so you couldn’t jump and scream like you wanted to so you just muttered a sobbing yes against his lips. It was the perfect moment and you didn’t want to ruin it, but instead, make it that much more memorable. Now was the time to tell him.

“Bucky, I’m pregnant. With twins.”

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Matters of the heart ep 12

Matters of the heart Episode 12 A day to remember {OPENING CREDITS} {We open to old Corona orchard and people are setting up the orchard for the wedding} Isaiah: Okay good…. lanterns check…. wedding arch check... father being nervous and being teased by the king and mr. Lance…. double check…. {Draki slithers on his shoulder} Isaiah: Oh! Hi Draki! Check it out! {he holds up a clipboard} Isaiah: Grandpa gave me the job of going around and checking off things that are supposed to be on the list... Yep I'm quite the big shot around here… Akina: LOOK OUT! {Akina runs into him and knocks him over} Isaiah: owwwww... Akina: S-Sorry Isaiah! Isaiah: Akina? ...why are you...wearing heels? Akina:....I wanna look pretty...don’t tell mama… {Lily enters frame in a lovely green dress} Isaiah: Lily!...I...uhh...you...Your looking….uh...green!... Lily: what? Isaiah:....one moment… {Isaiah goes behind a tree and screams before coming back out} Isaiah: I’m good… Lily: ummm...okay...I came to get you to tell you apparently there's something going down. Zapada’s freaking out. Isaiah:  is she okay? Lily: donno… Isaiah:  well then this looks like a job for the master of wedding planning! {he holds up clipboard heroically} Lily: I hope you realize your grandfather gave you that job just so you would get out of the way… Isaiah: …. why you gotta do that to me? {Cut to Isaiah’s house and Rapunzel is doing Zapada’s hair} Rapunzel: Calm down Zapada...it’s going to be alright… Zapada: How can I calm it? The wedding is today! And the cake has not arrived, the flowers have not yet been acquired,  and Varian knows nothing of it....but I had mothers necklace cleaned and it is not yet ready! Adira: This is why earrings and I never got married… Zapada: But... you have child? Adira: and? {silence} Zapada: never mind… {Isaiah, akina, and lily walk in} Isaiah: what’s going on? Rapunzel: It's alright kids just a bit of pre-wedding jitters... Adira:....Small one are you wearing heels? Akina: eep! Zapada: Wait! My wedding does not start until sundown... Isaiah... could you find it possible to head to town and acquire a few items? Isaiah: I don't see why I can't! Zapada: Ah! Blessed boy! Mulțumesc! {she hands him a list} Zapada: Take the wagon and horse! Go! Isaiah: You can count on the master of wedding planning! Akina: mama? May I go? Adira:...I suppose...But stay out of trouble, small one! Lily: I’ll go too! Keep these two out of trouble! Rapunzel: Alright you all can go but back here before sundown! Isaiah: Yes, Your majesty! Lily: Yes mom! Rapunzel: go! Go! Quickly! {They all run out; Cut to the main road and the wagon zips past the camera with Isaiah at the drivers seat and Lily and Akina in the back hanging on for dear life} Lily: Isaiah! Have you ever driven before!? Isaiah: Nope! Dad never lets me drive! Woo-hoo! Akina: I can see why! {They go over a bump and gallop through the main gate to the town; People dodge out of the way} Lily: Isaiah! Slow down! We want to get there but we want to get there alive and without homicide charges! Isaiah: ugh...okay, alright relax you kill joys...we’re here anyway… {He slows the horse to a stop} Isaiah: Well that was fun! {He looks in the back to see Akina holding onto Lily with messy hair and Lly glaring at him; cut to the three standing in town; Isaiah tears the list into 3 pieces} Isaiah:  we’ll get done faster if we each have our own individual jobs...Akina you go get the cake... Lily...heh... you go get the flowers… Lily: Very funny… Isaiah:  I'll get the necklace from the Jewelers.. once we're finished let's meet back here. Ready? Break! {They all run in different directions; cut to Atilla’s bakery}

Atilla: one cupcake! Two cupcakes! Three cup- {The door jingles and Atilla looks but no one is there; he goes back to baking} Atilla: four cupcakes! Akina: Ahem! Excuse me! Atilla: huh? {he walks over to the counter and looks down and sees Akina} Atilla: ….awwww! Hi there! Want a cupcake? Akina: um...actually… Atilla: I just made a fresh batch of croissants! with chocolate frosting in the middle! Akina:...sir.. Atilla:  or perhaps you're more of a fruit person!  I made some apple fritters! Akina:  actually I'm here for a wedding cake that was supposed to be delivered today! Atilla: oh...sorry!  you seem a little young to be getting married... or maybe you're just one of those really short people I'm sorry! Akina: N-NO! Not me!!! For miss Zapada! Atilla: OHHH! right! I have it all baked but I still have to decorate it... I suddenly got a huge order of cupcakes for a child's birthday party. Akina:... you still need to decorate it?.... maybe I can help... I used to help Papa with all the baking when I was little... maybe I can help you? Atilla:.. depends... can you hold icing in your hand and not eat it… akina: I can try… Atilla: You're hired! {he puts a chef hat on her and she giggles; Cut to the jewelers Isaiah walks in and the jeweler turns around ready to help} Jeweler: AH!...it’s you!... Isaiah: hello to you too? Jeweler: You...You blew up the marketplace! I lost a month's worth of revenue from that! Isaiah: oh for God’s sa-that was months ago! Jeweler: yes...but...still...what can I help you with? Isaiah: I’m here to pick up a Necklace? Was brought here by Zapada? Jeweler: oh...that one...ugh...yes I have it...but it’ll be ten gold pieces.. Isaiah: *Chokes* TEN GOLD PIECES!? The sign says cleaning is 5! Jeweler: Call it payment for all the suffering you've caused me after that horrible incident… Isaiah: So you're racking up the price for an event that happened months ago which you surely gained the money back for!?   let's not forget I also suffered! do you not see my face!? Jeweler: I could always rack it up to 15… Isaiah: why you stingy little…. {He throws ten gold pieces on the counter} Isaiah: well?...take it or leave it! {The jeweler takes the money and hands over the polished necklace} Jeweler: pleasure doing business with you... Isaiah: Yeah Whatever… {He goes to walk out} Jeweler: Traitor’s son… {Isaiah flinches but walks out with his head high; cut to the flower shop and Lily is looking at the various flowers as the old florist makes the wedding bouquet} Old florist: Something wrong my princess? Lily:  just... I keep wondering if... I don't know... if I'm pretty enough to be considered a princess. Old florist:  it's a boy isn't it? Lily: huh!? Old florist: I've lived a long time dearie…. I know that look in your eyes as well as I know the flowers in this shop.  you're looking for someone to notice you. Lily:  well... there is one boy... I chose the prettiest dress I could for this wedding hoping maybe... just maybe... he would see me as more than just a princess…. Old florist: I see... and what happened? Lily:  he said I looked green…. {The old lady chuckles} Old florist:  men can be a funny thing.  sometimes when they see something so lovely they become tongue-tied and don't know what to say.  another time they don't notice at all.  let me tell you something my princess.  if there's one thing I've learned from all these years on this Earth it's that people don't pay attention to what you look like. if you truly want a person to respect you for who you are rather than what you are show them through action not appearances. Lily: how do I do that? Old florist:  just be yourself...Be Lily... don't be princess Lily… {The old florist walks over and fixes her hair with flowers in it} Lily:. i...I look lovely… {The old florist hands her the bouquet} Old florist: Remember you may be lovely on the outside but what really matters is what's on the inside.  without beauty within we are nothing. Now go shine yourself bright. {Lily hugs her} Lily: Thank you! {She runs out of the store; Isaiah runs up to the wagon} Isaiah: Where is everyone-WHOA! {Akina is behind him covered in frosting with Atilla next to her holding a beautiful white cake decorated with flowers and pink sugar crystals to look like quartz} Isaiah: holy mackerel… Atilla: she did a good job right? Isaiah: Akina YOU  did that!? Akina: y-yes? Isaiah: It’s amazing!! Akina: Really! I did my best! R-really I did! Lily: What’s going on? Isaiah: Aki-wow …. Lily: Isaiah? Akina: Lily you look soooo pretty! Isaiah: yeah...beautiful…… {Lily smiles and blushes} Isaiah: Bwag! Uhh! We need to get back! Got everything!? Akina: right-o captain! {Isaiah goes to hop in the drivers seat but Lily is already there} Isaiah: huh!? Lily: oh no you don’t! I’m driving now! Isaiah: mmmnnn fine!!! Lily: alright everyone in? Then off we go! Hyah! {She tells the horse to canter; they pass by a shop} Isaiah: Wait! {Lily stops the horse; Isaiah takes out a small round object and tosses it into the store; a boom is heard followed by a girlish scream} Jeweler: MY GEMS!!! {Lily glares at him} Isaiah: what?...Oh relax it was one of my dads Bath bombs! Keep going! {she canters the horse; cut to the orchard and Varian getting ready to stand by the arch} Quirin: how do you feel? Varian: nervous...but excited… Quirin: just like I was...you’ve done everything for your family and now it’s getting bigger...I proud of you son. Varian: Thanks dad… {Cut to Zapada outside the orchard} Zapada: where are they!? Rapunzel: Zapada: they’ll be here soon! But the wedding is starting very soon! Zapada: mmnn...alright….lets how you say...do this… {Lily has the horse at a gallop} Isaiah: and MY driving was bad? Lily: oh hush up! We’re going to be late! Akina: Lily We’re almost there slow down! We’re gonna-! {The wagon breaks a wheel on a rock sending everything in the back including Akina  flying} Isaiah: NOO! Lily: ...my bad. Zapada: here we go..sigh...hmm? {Suddenly she catches the bouquet and her necklace} Zapada: Oh!? {The cake lands upright on a table} Varian: ummmm Quirin:...did I just see what I think I saw or am I finally losing it with age? {Distant screaming slowly becomes louder} Lance: MY GIRL! {He catches Akina} Akina: Papa! Lance: why are you covered in frosting? {Isaiah runs up by his dad and Lily runs to her chair} Rapunzel: Well..everything seems to be...in order now...you ready? Zapada:...Da...yes..I am… {The wedding march starts and Zapada walks down the aisle in a white off the shoulder dress with long sleeves, a braid and a flower crown; Varians eyes widen upon seeing her and he feels tears well up} Eugene: he cried pay up… Lance: d’ohhh… {He hands him a few coins and Zapada gets to the arch; Varian kisses her} Isaiah: Dad!...PSST!...Dad! Not yet! Varian: oops!..hehe sorry.. Preacher: Ladies and gentlemen we gather here under the sight of God to join in union this man and this woman in holy matrimony. {As he speaks the camera pans to different people in the crowd looking happy, loving on their significant other, or smiling} Preacher: Varian do you promise to love and cherish this woman, honor her, and be there for her in sickness and in health till death do you part? Varian:...I do… Preacher: Zapada do you promise to love and cherish this man, honor him, and be there for him in sickness and in health till death do you part? Zapada: I do… Peacher: may we have the rings… {Eugene gives the rings} Preacher: repeat after me. With this ring I thee wed… Varian: Zapada... With this ring I thee wed. Zapada: Varian... With this ring I thee wed… Preacher: With the power vested in me...I now declare you Husband and wife...you may k-!? {Zapada jumps and kisses Varian; the crowd cheers and Isaiah smiles Isaiah runs up and hugs them; begin montage of the celebration} {flash one} Zapada: *puts cake on Varians nose* Varian: *laughs* {flash two} Zapada: *throws bouquet* Adira: *accidentally catches it* Lance: *high fives Eugene* {flash three} {everyone is slow dancing} Lily: so uh...Isaiah...you wanna...dance? Isaiah:...o-okay… {Isaiah leads her out to the dance floor and they dance awkwardly at first but ease into it} Isaiah: so umm..you really do look nice tonight lily...and uh..you look...um.. You got flowers...and...ummm {Lily rolls her eyes and gives him a peck on the lips} Lily: hehe shut up… Isaiah:....okay… {pan to Varian and Zapada} Varian: Everything you ever dreamed? Zapada: even more… {They kiss} {END CREDITS}

59 - Original: Happy Birthday Van!

A little gift from me to you to celebrate our Boy’s 27th birthday!!! 

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Your desk was littered with glitter, paper scraps, and whatever else you’d pulled from your craft drawers. Your hands were covered in dried glue and you were sure that it’d take weeks to get the glitter out of your clothes, hair and carpet. That didn’t matter though as you were staring down at your freshly made card for Van. He would be arriving back home on his birthday and it was the first you’d spent together in two years.

Pen in hand, you thought long and hard about what to write. How on Earth could you capture exactly how you felt about him in a few short lines? It was the same dilemma you faced every year. You wondered if this was how he felt when he tried to write songs. How do you condense years and years’ worth of love for someone into one little card?

Van's presents where simple, some new shirts because you knew he'd never go and buy them on his own and a bottle of his favourite aftershave. You also knew better than to go over the top, as much as you wanted to. Van liked his birthday to be an intimate affair. Besides, it was coinciding with his arriving home from tour; he'd be exhausted and needy.

You lay the presents out on the dining table, wrapped in silver paper. The handmade card, your pride and joy, was balanced on the top.

Falling asleep that night was difficult. Your heart was racing with anticipation over seeing your beautiful birthday boy again tomorrow. All you could think about was how good it would be to have the empty space beside you, filled by Van’s body again. You only managed to force yourself to sleep by remembering that if you slept, tomorrow would come sooner.

You weren't sure what time Van would be back, but you took the day off work and spent the morning making a birthday cake while keeping an ear out for the door. Baking, cooking in general, wasn't your area of expertise. But Van would appreciate the effort anyway. Simple and heartfelt was his thing.

As the small, wonky cake with the pink buttery icing was cooling down, you heard the familiar click of keys turning in the door. Your heart stopped for a second before speeding up; you felt like a kid on Christmas.

You raced to the front door, heart pounding. The second Van saw you he dropped his bags to the ground and held his arms open wide. You collided into his body with such force that he had to take a step backwards as to not fall over. His long arms wrapped around you tightly and you both held each other in silence for a few moments. Van nuzzled into your hair, breathing you in.

"Happy birthday baby," you smiled up at him, giddy with love and happiness.

His hair looked flat and greasy from both touring and the plane travel, but that didn’t matter. Seeing him again for the first time in a while just reminded you how of how attractive he was; photos never did Van justice. You let your hands slip underneath his suede jacket and run up and down his back, over the navy striped long sleeve he wore religiously these days.

"Thanks, love."

Van’s lips curled at the corners and he gave you a small and weary smile. He looked tired from the travelling and relieved to be back in your arms. You both leaned in for a kiss. It was long and drawn out; you were both taking time to get to used to each other again after months apart.

Van held your face in his hands and stared at you both as if he was seeing it for the first time and is if he were trying to remember every detail ready for the next time he had to leave. You couldn’t contain your smile. You remembered how in the earlier days of your relationship it wouldn’t have been abnormal if you both stripped each other naked in the hallway the second he walked through the door.

“Smells nice in here babe,” Van commented suddenly, sticking his head up and sniffing a little.

“Oh. Thanks, yeah got something for you, birthday boy.”

You led Van into the kitchen and dining area of your little place. You leant against the counter and looked down at the cake.

“It’s not perfect but-“

“It’s perfect. You’re perfect,” Van interrupted.

Before you could respond, Van lifted you off your feet bridal style. You giggled and clung to his neck, smiling into his skin. His gingery stubble was grown longer than he usually liked it though he was probably just too lazy to shave before coming home.

“I need to give you your presents! Go back!”

“Shower first. And you didn’t have to get me anything y/n, you’re enough of a gift as is. Stick a ribbon on your bum and I’m happy.”

“Oh stop it,” you replied, rolling your eyes.

You traced your finger along the delicate line of the golden chain that hung around his neck, hidden behind the collar of his shirt.

Van plopped you down on the bed before starting to undress. You brought your knees to your chest and just watched him, in complete awe and happy he was in the same room as you again.

“Join me?” Van asked, eyebrows raised.

You nodded and let him pull you to your feet. Van undid his belt and jeans, then reached to take your shirt off. He ran his hands slowly down your body, feeling every line and curve. His eyes followed his hands. It wasn’t necessarily sexual, just intimate and you liked that.

In the shower, Van caught you up on tour shenanigans while he let you shampoo his hair. You smiled and laughed so much your cheeks were starting to hurt. You’d gotten used to Van being pretty rubbish at phone calls and texting while he was away. It just meant you were always in store for a full debrief when he got back.

Van leaned his head back as you massaged his scalp, sighing with satisfaction and closing his eyes. He wore a little contented smile too. You could tell how much he missed this sort of attention and it made you realise how much you missed giving it. Though you liked how the other guys had picked up on Van’s hair/head thing. You’d seen clips of Van on stage and Bondy giving him little head scratches. God, you just loved them all so much.  

Once Van felt well and truly clean and content, you took your warm and wet bodies back into the bedroom where one thing led to another.

After the first of what would probably be many instances of love making that day, Van lay on his back and you were cuddled into his side with your head resting on his arm, both breathing heavily. He drew circles on your shoulder with the hand that was wrapped around you, almost lulling you off to sleep. Then you remembered.

“Presents!”

Your eyes opened wide and you sat up.

“Mmm no come back,” Van whined.

He had his eyes shut and reached out for you but didn’t move his body, clearly feeling sleepy.

“Do you want birthday cake?” you asked, and his eyes opened.

“In bed?”

“Okay, stay there.”

You kissed Van quickly and then climbed out of bed. You felt shivers up your spine as you detached yourself from Van’s body heat, so you grabbed a bathrobe, despite Van’s little groan of protest. You glanced back at him and he was now laying on his side with his head propped up on one hand, looking at you with a pouty face and messy half wet hair.

As you waited for the kettle to boil, you cut two slices of cake.

“Don’t forget to call your parents!” you called to Van.

“Already spoke to ‘em in the taxi here!” he replied.

You smiled to yourself as you plated up the cake and wondered when you’d see Mary and Bernie again, you loved them both dearly.

First you brought in two mugs of hot, steaming tea and placed them on the bedside tables. Van pulled himself up and sat against the headboard.

“I’ve missed the way you make a brew,” Van smiled. “Among other things.”

You ruffled his hair in response, and he gave you a cheeky look before reaching for the mug.

“Careful, it’s hot!”

“Like you babe,” Van winked.

You managed to balance Van’s presents as well as two plates each with a slice of cake, in your arms and hands. Van took the plates from you and set them down on the bed before quickly reaching down and grabbing his shirt off the floor with a slight shiver. You climbed in beside him and both sat cross legged.

Van tucked into the slice of cake, getting some pink frosting around his mouth.

“This is class y/n, thank you,” Van smiled as he finished off the cake.

“You’re welcome, there’s more in the kitchen if you want.”

You reached out and wiped the pink off Van’s top lip and then sucked your finger. Once you’d finished your own cake in between mindless chatter and kisses, you placed the silvery presents in Van’s lap. He looked down at them in amazement.

He went for the card first. You watched as he held it carefully in his hands and looked at the picture on the front; your attempt at a collage and glitter birthday cake.

“Did you make this?” he asked, sounding impressed.

You nodded and his jaw dropped a little.

“So fuckin’ talented,” he said under his breath.

“Like you can talk! Mr wrote three successful albums!”

Van rolled his eyes. Once he read the contents of the card, he placed it down and grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you hard. His lips were warm and soft and you’d missed kissing him with every ounce of your being.

“I fuckin’ love you. I’m so in love with ya’,” he gushed.

“I fucking love you too babe. Happy birthday,” you replied and ran a hand along his hairline, sweeping his fringe out of his eyes.

“But hey guess what,” you began, a stupid grin on your face. “I can’t believe you’re....no longer....26.”

Van looked at you with a deadpan and unimpressed expression, but you burst out laughing anyway.

“Should never have written that line...” he mumbled to himself.

Van opened the presents next, ripping the silver paper in a way that made your sentimental heart hurt a little bit; you were always one to keep nice paper to craft with later.

When Van saw the shirts, his eyes lit up. He pulled his top off over his head and immediately replaced it with one of the new button ups. You couldn’t help but chuckle. Only Van McCann.

“Whadya think?”

It was skew-whiff and poorly buttoned due to Van still being sat in bed but he held his arms out and waited for your assessment anyway. You’d chosen a blue shirt with a thin white stripe to it and a burgundy one, knowing both would bring out his eyes. He was wearing the blue stripe.

“So handsome, that one’s my favourite. Maybe you can wear it tonight?”

You reached out and fixed the collar.

“Tonight?”

“I thought we could get dumplings with Larry then go to the pub after?”

Van grinned at the idea.

“I want it to be just us for a while though, yeah? I’ve missed you.”

Van let his body fall into yours and rested his head on your shoulder with a sigh. One of his arms found its way around your waist, the other in your lap.

“Yeah, we can meet Larry late. I’ve missed you too,” you exhaled, feeling calm and content.

You moved the card, plates and presents off the bed and Van pulled you back beneath the sheets. You were enveloped in each other’s arms, legs intertwined and feet touching.

“You’re gonna get your new shirt all crinkly,” you whispered, tugging at the collar.

“Better take it off for me then?”

Doomed romance

Word count: 3.500

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Childhood memories and heartbreak

Here it is!! Another completed request. I have to admit that this is the longest I have ever written for this blog and I would love to hear your thoughts on this one.  I changed it up a bit from the original request but I hope that doesn’t pose a problem. Once again, feedback is appreciated and here is a big thank you to all of you who show your love and support for this account. (Hugs you tight). Do tell me if you’d like to see a part 2 of this! Till next time, lots of kisses! (Gif’s not mine or I would be dead / Masterlist)...

“Harry, your snacks are ready dear!”

“Yes, momma I am comin’”

Little Harry always had a soft spot for sweets and snacks, especially if they came from his very skillful mother, Anne, who always put her heart and soul into anything she would find herself wrapped up in doing. It was one of her many traits that made her along with the lovely companion of her two radiant children, Harry and Gemma, stand out and have a tremendous relationship with all of their neighbours around them.

Speaking of neighbours, right next to their little house, a new family had just moved in. they hadn’t been around more than one week. Every single day of that week, Anne would notice huge carton boxes being carried and a lot of different people going in and out of the house. Those signals were enough for her to automatically acknowledge that the house next to their own was sold and ready to host new members.

The house’s older landlord was an acquaintance of Anne and her kids of course. It was no other than Miss Jefferson, a grown-up but friendly lady, who would always treat Harry and Gemma with a steaming cup of tea and a mouth-watering piece of lemon pie; the one she was so popular for in the neighbourhood. Anne was always eager to help Miss Jefferson with some domestic chores, for her age didn’t allow her to be much productive and quick with her daily tasks. In return, Miss Jefferson would offer her a pleasant seat in her small garden along with her famous tea and pie.

Day were rolling by smoothly and little Harry and Gemma were delighted to pay a visit to Miss Jefferson and gaze at the beautiful flowers that adorned her garden space. But time is always picky and quick to take our favourite people and take them to some other place, perhaps more beautiful than the one they were previously living in. thus, the news of Miss Jefferson’s death travelled to Anne’s house as well meaning that her house was up for sale.

“What will happen to her garden?”, Gemma would worry, due to the adoration she held for that particular spot in Jefferson’s house.

“We will watch after them until the next family who comes and lives next to us will do so” was Anne’s answer just to reassure Gemma the flowers wouldn’t tilt and eventually die anytime soon.

And so it happened. After one month of arrivals and departures of people who inspected the home had passed, one particular family arrived to the building and decided it was a bargain. With a few retouches and a lot of patience and hard work this would soon be a small castle for the family’s little princess to live in. Anne did notice that a certain member would bring much more joy and laughter to their small neighbourhood and presumably, in their own family as well.

Small Y/N wasn’t very fond of her parents’ decision to switch houses and consequently leave her old life and friends behind. She thought that she would be lonely and it would be extremely hard to get accustomed to her new surroundings without knowing a single person at that place.

“But that’s the point of it all sweetheart. You won’t lose contact with Patty and Rachel and you will have the chance to meet new kids as well!” her mother would try to reason with her in order to make her spirits lift a tad bit.

‘Yeah right’ Y/N would instantly snap back and her father would stifle a chuckle at her daughter’s stubbornness.

“She got that from you I am positive” his wife would point out and Y/N father, Mr. Y/L/N would place a loving kiss on her forehead.

This tenderness they shared in their family was brought to their new home as well. Y/N had a hard time trying to picture every new detail in that new place she would soon call home. One thing she liked though was her new bedroom. Her previous room was a small one and it was stuffed with toys and colouring books. She had carried everything with her for she wanted to keep herself busy when she would return home from school and she knew she would be bored out of her mind.

What really caught her attention though, was the big window attached to her room. She wasted no time moving towards it and looking outside. She had a full view of the sky sprawled at her feet to gaze whenever she pleased. She also had a good view of the house opposite of hers. At that time, she could clearly make out a little curly haired boy who was jumping up and down on his bed. Just as she was about to adjust the curtain, the yet unknown boy turned his head and acknowledged her presence. He then picked up his hand and waved at her. She was caught off guard at first but she waved back as well, making the little boy offer her a smile. Maybe she wouldn’t be alone in this neighbourhood after all.

“Momma who is that new girl in Miss Jefferson’s house?” Harry asked Anne after his little encounter with the new girl.

“Oh, that must be the daughter of our new neighbours darling. A new family will be living next to us!” Anne explained to her son and he was grinning from ear to ear.

“Does that mean that we will see her again?”

“Of course sweetheart. As a matter of fact, I was thinking to stop by in the afternoon and to give them a welcome cake”

“Can I join please?” Harry begged his mother and his sister chimed in.

“Looks like little Harry wants to meet someone again! I seeeeee” Gemma hinted and Harry turned crimson red.

“Shut up old Gem.. Momma can I come?”

“Only if you apologise to your sister for your language young mister. Maybe Gem wants to accompany too” Anne said, offering a warm smile at her daughter.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world”.

Harry was awaiting for the afternoon to come so he would meet this new girl properly. He really liked that she waved back at him when he did that gesture first. He believed they would make very good friends with her. Maybe they would attend the same school as well! Harry had a few friends from school of course but he was always up for meeting new people and befriending them. He really wished his new neighbor would like their small town and hoped she would let him get close to her and be her friend. Not once did he poison his mind with the possibility that this new girl wouldn’t be pleased with their visit and his suggestion to become friends.

So when he rang the bell of Miss Jefferson’s house he wasn’t prepared to see the girl opening the door. Y/N wasn’t ready at all as well to find the waving boy at her doorstep. But she found herself being happy to see him again. Right on queue, her parents appeared from behind her and greeted Anne and the two new faces.

“Well, hello there! We would be lying if we told you we expected you! Come on in!”, Y/M/N said joyfully and shook the woman’s hand.

“Well, I baked a welcome cake for you. Besides, it is our tradition when a new family settles down in our town!” Anne explained and walked further into the house.

“I am Harry and this is my sister Gemma” Harry hurriedly introduced himself to the girl and hugged her.

“And I am Y/N. Wanna see my room guys? It has an amazing view, I swear you will love it!” Y/N beamed and started climbing up the stairs not minding the adults’ conversation already evolving.

“Imma take a seat with the grown ups” said Gemma and laughed at her little brother and his attempts to get to know Y/N better.

“Suit yourself” Y/N said and navigated Harry through the upper part of the house, finally reaching the door which led to her room.

Harry followed suit behind her and when he entered her room he couldn’t but spot the frames on her small desk which decorated it and added a personal touch to it. They contained photographs of different events Y/N and her family had attended in the past along with birthday photographs.

“I don’t know if you had noticed before, but your nose is cakey in this one!” Harry couldn’t help but notice and shout at Y/N who had her head turned towards her bed to see if it had all of her stuffed animals.

“What? No way!”, Y/N exclaimed and moved to where Harry was standing only to see for herself that her nose was indeed covered with a bit of cake.

“Well, I guess my nose was a bit hungry as well” she said shrugging and Harry giggled at her statement. Just then, he noticed the window form where they had waved at each other earlier.

“Hey, we can communicate from our windows! They are pretty close!”

“Yes I know! It is the first time I have a window so big all to myself” Y/N truthfully said and Harry grinned.

“Well, seems like I have to be careful from now on since you will be watching my every move” Harry fake-sighed and turned his attention to Y/N.

“I will be watching your every move. Be warned” Y/N joked and nudged Harry’s shoulder playfully.

“Well, how do you like it so far here?” Harry inquired and Y/N started to tell him how afraid she was at first of her new town and home. She even began to express her fears of not having new friends and being all alone at school. While she was telling of that to Harry, she realized how stupid or naïve she might have sounded to Harry, her first new friend. But he was listening carefully to her worries and he made sure to be her friend so that she wouldn’t be alone. It would be even easier when she told him the name of the school she would be going to so he was thrilled to be with her friend there as well.

Their first conversation was sadly cut short though when Anne’s voice echoed all the way to Y/N’s room signaling that it was time for them to let the new family rest, although Y/N’s family insisted on staying some more.

“We live next door so we won’t lose touch. Besides, time went by quick and the kids need to wake up tomorrow for school!” Anne politely declined their offer to stay longer and right after Harry and Y/N said their goodbyes, they were off to their own house.

“Wait for me outside your porch so we can go together to school. It is not far!” Harry shouted at Y/N while walking down the road and Y/N nodded her head signaling that she would do just that.

“Seems like you needn’t worry about new friends anymore”, her dad commented and Y/N smiled to herself thinking that indeed, she had no reason to worry anymore about making new friends for she already had made one.

The next day she was waiting for Harry at the exact spot he had told her the day before and he made sure not to let Y/N wait too long. Y/N was delighted to have someone by her side, especially when she knew no one and it was her first days there. Harry always made her feel comfortable and happy by telling her jokes and filling her in on the other kids at school. The most thrilling part though was when they would return from school. Either Y/N or Harry would go to each other’s house and do their homework together and play afterwards. They would spend most of their time together either playing in their room or in the playground. Their parents were quick to observe that their kids were stuck to the hip and they would make very good friends.

“Do you think we will be friends forever?” Harry had asked Y/N over a fourth round of a Disney movie playing in the background.

“No” Y/N answered truthfully and Harry’s vision started to get blurry. “I see us as best friends forever!”

Harry’s face instantly lit up and he hugged Y/N so tight not really caring about the bowl of popcorn falling onto the floor. He had taken a liking in Y/N that he really wanted her as a friend. And having her tell him that she thought of them as best friends really made his whole night. Anne who was watching after them from her spot in the kitchen knew they would keep being good friends in the years ahead and she couldn’t be more right.

When Y/N and Harry entered Junior High School, they were still best friends, not breaking up their tradition of gathering in one house and study together or just being lazy. They knew their friendship was to last and they had no intention of letting go anytime soon. Sometimes, they would go some days without talking but they would make up for it either by sleepovers or just long strides along the outline of their homes. They knew that they couldn’t be separated for long for they thought someone would miss something from the other’s day. And they had sworn they would go through everything together.

Both Anne and Y/N parents were happy that their kids were getting along through the years but Anne had to voice her inner doubts about their friendship one evening they had gathered in Y/M/N’s garden.

“I am just afraid things will take an ugly turn when our kids enter High School or even College. I am more than thrilled with the friendship they have developed since day one, but I can’t stop myself  from thinking that when adolescence strikes, their friendship will face some difficulties”

“I don’t find it a reason to be worried about Anne, I mean our children know how entertaining each other’s presence is to one another so they will have the minds to consider what’s best for them” Y/M/N answered and Anne contemplated her words, wishing her fears wouldn’t be proven correct.

But sometimes things do take an ugly turn and that happens when feelings get mixed up in a totally healthy and rejuvenated friendship. The complicated years of adolescence came and Y/N’s friendship with Harry was about to change. The thing was that they didn’t know if it would change for the better or for the worse and whether they would be willing to fix all the damage provoked.

“Harry I am in!” Y/N shouted, throwing her bag on Harry’s floor and taking her shoes off before finding the perfect spot on the couch.

“Comin’!” Harry’s voice echoed and she turned the TV set on while she waited for Harry to appear. It was a tiring day for her for College wouldn’t stop making her busy with more and more projects.

“Hello love” Harry greeted his best friend. Never did Y/N find it weird for Harry to call her such names contrary to anyone who would listen and they would instantly assume that they were dating. But with those two, that was not the case. They tried to remain best friends through the years, like they had promised when they were younger. Besides, it wasn’t like they wanted to part and take different paths in life but, rather they wanted to feel each other’s presence next to them, especially when difficulties would knock their door.

“How was yehr day?”

“Shit. Miss goggleface assigned more projects. Thankfully, they are due to the end of the month so I don’t have to cut myself to pieces in order to make time for everything. But it is frustrating you know… I mean we have a social life we need to maintain as well!”

“Y/N, take it down a notch please. I can sense this was not yehr favourite day” Harry joked and you shot daggers at him.

“Course not. But unexpectedly, one good thing happened today” Y/N said and Harry noticed how quickly her expression lifted at that happy event.

“Go on then” Harry urged but later he wished he hadn’t.

“Remember that bloke I was drooling over that time in the Swimming class? Ryan?” at the sound of his name, Harry’s face became clouded and he wanted nothing more than this conversation to be over with already.

“Yeah, wha’ about him?”. You could tell he was off the moment he answered but you continued anyway.

“Well…. We sat together at lunch!!! You can’t imagine what I felt inside”

Oh but Harry did know what you were feeling inside when you were talking to that one person you wanted to be around the most. It was an irresistible feeling that no matter how hard you tried, it never failed to lift you off of the ground and make you feel like you are flying. It felt like you could do anything to see the person you like smile and it was a bonus knowing that you were the reason behind it.

Harry couldn’t deny it anymore. He had caught feelings for you. Besides, it is inevitable, isn’t it? When in a friendship, it is very rare not to catch feelings for the other. However, deep down Harry was optimistic enough to believe that you would feel the same way towards him and that maybe this friendship of yours could transform into something even more beautiful. Sadly, the first time he had heard about that Ryan guy, his hopes of your liking him back were shattered to the floor. So, he shut his mouth and made sure not to be stupid as to ruin what you already had.

“Harry are you even listening to a single word I am saying? Hmmm…. Maybe you are thinking about your crush too.” Y/N tried to brighten his mood up but he was nonchalant.

“Maybe” was all that he could muster.

“Whoa.. Harry Styles has a crush and his best friend doesn’t have a single clue about it? Shame on you”

“Well, I am positive it is one sided so there is no use mentionin’ somethin’” Harry tried to change the subject by avoiding Y/N’s comment but she was having none of it.

“Nonsense. Now tell me. Do I know her?”

Harry was ready to answer that question, when Y/N’s ringtone started playing in the small living room, interrupting Harry’s speech.

“It is Ryan. Oh my… Harry what do I do? What do I do?” Y/N was freaking out and Harry tried to hide his uneasiness.

“You answer him I guess” but before he could finish his sentence, she was already talking through the speaker, knowing that Ryan was at the other end of the line.

As she spoke Harry couldn’t help but notice the way her hands would fly up and down every time she would say something different or how her eyes would shine when she would hear something delightful. Harry wondered to himself whether she was acting the same way when the two of them were on the phone when she wouldn’t be able to sleep at night. After having noticed her lamp on, Harry would call her to soothe her and keep her company until she fell asleep on the phone.

He was pulled out of his trance when his ears caught the words ”Ryan” and “date” come out of Y/N’s mouth. Harry felt sick to his stomach but he had to hide his sadness for he needed to show he was happy with his best friend’s date.

“Ryan asked me out on a date…. Why can’t I believe it?” Y/N was living in her pink bubble of happiness and didn’t notice her best friend burning inside and pleading her to stay home with him and watch Disney movies like they did when they were young instead of going to that Ryan guy. But times were different and now they were other things to keep the two friends occupied such as picking out the perfect outfit to go out with a guy and trying to burry some feelings which might never reach the surface.

Harry did have the opportunity to blurt out to Y/N that she was his crush since they were 13 while she was drying off her hair and he surely had the opportunity to confess that it was his best friend who stole his breath away and made his heart stop beating just by looking at him while she was admiring her outfit in front of her mirror. He definitely had the chance to tell Y/N that he was madly in love with her and that he couldn’t fathom living a life without her in it while she was climbing in Ryan’s car. But the only thing that fell from his lips instead was:

“Watch out my love”.